Daniel Rossen - Saint Nothing lyrics

Lift, lift your head. Myth, so pristine and white with age. Walk with me, speak to me. Saint, I don't know your name. But your voice is so strong, it speaks through the gla**, speaks through the ground. An empty phrase, a hollow sound. Calm, quite severe. Lead the throng, your mind so clear you feel no pain, an end so near you taste the blood. How long?