[Verse 1]
Now with the air so warm with the worshippers’ breath
Is he still on formal footing with death?
Shall he be granted sight or confession at best?
Wrapped in barren night and laid to rest
Such seeds of apostasy we detect
And blackened light deflect, for all to see
Now all lost – need I say – in this maze of his own
Where he’s sharpening what blade the world shall be shown

[Chorus]
Tiresias, your clocks are slow
Tiresias, would you know…

[Verse 2]
Now do wash his face, now do set the wreath
For the hooks are still in the beam, you see
What faith is upon us now? Look to abide
Our words like thе sentinel bird in the minе
Our words like feathers on the wind, in fact
Now what words to give and what words to retract
And how to defend his judgement well
Over the tolling of his funeral bell

[Chorus]
Tiresias, your clocks are slow
Tiresias, would you know…

The Gods are slow to forgive
The Gods are slow to forgive

[Verse 2]
Now do wash his face, now do set the wreath
For the hooks are still in the beam, you see
What faith is upon us now? Look to abide
Our words like the sentinel bird in the mine
Our words like feathers on the wind, in fact
Now what words to give and what words to retract
And how to defend his judgement well
Over the tolling of his funeral bell

[Chorus]
Tiresias, your clocks are slow
Tiresias, would you know…

The Gods are slow to forgive
The Gods are slow to forgive
The Gods are slow to forgive
The Gods are slow to forgive