F Am G
The groans of flesh, washed white 
F Am G
In the blood of the, fight of fights 
F Am / / / G
With the spirits, of the-lesser-deeds now freed
F Am G
Make my best worst friend to me…

G D
The spirits of a lesser me…, they rise and stumble me
Am C
Stumble through my darkness from tears ago light
G
Lord set me free…, set me free

D C G
The spirits of a lesser me, 
D C G
Make my best worst friend to me
D C F Am G
Hauling ash can hosts, for can't do boasts
D C G
Gold tin men, make cheap kin-find
D C / / G
Oh, help us Lord, don't-shape-us of kind
D C F Am G
These men they got, way to many shrines

F Am G
The groans of flesh, washed white 
F Am G
In the blood of the, fight of fights 
F Am / / / G
With the spirits, of the-lesser-deeds now freed
F Am G
Make my best worst friend to me…

D C G
The end is near, and the message clear
D C G
We revel, late and take satan's bait
D C F Am G
And dismiss the misses, though You, blocked that hate
D C / / / G
So the ashes of weight of bloody soul hate
D C G
Will nourish-in-the-ground, and bring flood gates down
D C F Am G
Of the seven seal angles, with Howls of wrath no crowns or ... , new-white-gowns 

G D
The spirits of a lesser me…, they rise and stumble me
Am C
Stumble through my darkness from tears ago light
G
Lord set me free…