Texty: Monks of Doom. Cherry Blossom Baptism.

I was swimming in the cool waters of an oasis
I was swimming in a mirage
I was wondering just where this road would take us
It's the same one that we have been on

From the city of Bosra to Jerusalem
From the West into the East
Only one more sacrifice
Then we'll finally get us all some peace

The man behind the man behind the curtain is working
Pulling levers by his crystal ball
He's plowing the fields for chrysanthemums
Waiting for the sun to fall

He threw a bone to the starving faithful
They got down on their knees
The man behind the man behind the curtain is talking
But he never betrays what he thinks

Silver reflection
Cherry Blossom Baptism
Silver reflection
Cherry Blossom Baptism

Now that the rose is gone from the garden
What will we do with the thorn?
Silver reflection
Cherry Blossom Baptism

If I went down to the river of Jordan
Just to bathe my wearisome soul
If I could just touch the hem of his garment
Well then I know he'd take me home

To see the water in the river boil
To see the city consumed by fire
To see the man's cast shadow scorched into the earth
And flies buzzing in the air like a funeral choir

Silver reflection
Cherry Blossom Baptism
Silver reflection
Cherry Blossom Baptism

Now that the rose is gone from the garden
What will we do with the thorn grown on the grove?
Silver reflection
Cherry Blossom Baptism