Well it's a long drive today, nothin' left to say. Too 
bad the sisters couldn't stay.
They've been missing for a week, from here the weapon 
looks clean. Too bad the older sisters are taking it 
home.
They've been drinkin' the weekends up, and makin' sure we 
all get stuck here again.
Head out and cut the line, drink blood as if it were 
wine, and hold the holy shroud to your bleedin' head.
day that the master gives in.
Roll on the northern shore, drive from one to many more. 
The sisters they will cover you no more.
Oh summer cry, you are out to bleed the holy ghost again.
They've been shootin' the weekends up, making sure we've 
cleansed the blood from their eyes.
So climb the city walls, don't forget to call, we'd 
really like to hear from you again.