"St. Peter" lyrics - MOGUL THRASH

I checked with St. Peter
Who stands at the gates of his parlor
Rejecting the wicked, the fool
And accepting the sane
I cried for a man
Who has sinned and is quiet like my father
Reversing the charges
And taking a call for my brain
The fate of the lector, a vow

Which is old as tradition
To go have a look
For the song we were hoping to sing
While I never fight
For the fool and the social position
Remember the soul
And voice that he asked me to bring

Follow what you know
Let the season rise and fall
Pull the night away
'Till you see the light of day
When the spirit cries
Over cloud of darkness flies
Nearer every mile
Through the love within the child