Like the wings stolen from an angel
Like pebbles gone from the roads
Like a dove calling a stone
Tonight he´s in the Lord´s Arms
The wind it blew straight through us
And whispered to me in tongues
I was told I was wrong
Tonight you´ll be in the Lord´s Arms
Tonight he´s in the Lord´s Arms
So I drinked this wine to him
With each glass of memory
He left with his crown of thornes
Tonight he´s in the Lord´s Arms
Tonight he´s in the Lord´s Arms
Tonight he´s in the Lord´s Arms