The door of the martyrs
Soon will be closed
The church cannot change it
Prophets I spoke
Breaking of glory
Calling my name
I don’t give my oaths soon
I won’t be the same
Oh, promises, promises
You’re taking promises, promises
Promises, promises
You’re taking promises, promises
Images, images
Out of the past
Holding my soul, lord
There at the last
I feel on my knees once
It hurt so I rose
That woman she dressed me
Up in my clothes
Oh, promises, promises
You’re taking promises, promises
Oh, promises, promises
You’re taking promises, promises
I know what I must do
Oh, kill my pride
I got no place to run to
No place to hide
Sins I saw before me
On the altar they lay
I know they’ll destroy me
So let us pray
Oh, promises, promises
You’re taking promises, promises
Promises, promises
You’re taking promises, promises