How has the gold become dim in the street? Sanctuary stones under strangers' feet Faces once radiant darken with ash Scarlet and splendor are famine and rags How has the gold become dim Honor-proof clay when the covenant broke? Prophet and priest bore blood on the road Blind in the alley where none could draw close The watchman looked south for an ally to save Help was a mirage on the road to the grave The swift were hunted, the ruler was caught The city discovered what purchase had bought Edom laughed early as though grief had no end But Zion's appointed correction is spent Another account still waits to be read The gold is dark, the promise is not dead I'll see you next time. How has the gold become dim in the street? Sanctuary stones under strangers' feet Faces once radiant darkened with ash Scarlet and splendor are famine and rags How has the gold become dim? Honor-proofed clay when the covenant broke Prophet and priest bore blood on the robe Blind in the alley where none could draw close The watchman looked south for an ally to save Help was a mirage on the road to the grave The swift were hunted, the ruler was caught The city discovered what purchase had bought. Edom laughed early as though grief had no end. But Zion's appointed correction is spent. Another account still waits to be read. The gold is dark. The promise is not dead. Bye.