Shrouded Cathedrals
Now is a land of shadow, suspicion holds rule of the realm
Seeds of darkness, seeds of light, shrouded is the hand at history’s helm.
Sins of the fathers, heresies of the sons, dragons smile from the gloom.
Men who seek and build, lay a brick in the wall over their tomb.
Ideas are seeds and minds a grove, a forest from brains is born,
The heart of man is wicked above all, how deep a chasm is sin torn?
Evil plots with slow spun craft while beauty crumbles to faded dream
The End is near? Imagination can think to no righteous scheme.
Ashes are ashes, dust is dust, will to power! In that we trust!
Behold our deathworks ye of little faith, see your holy blood is rust.
Gaze upon your weakness and despair, your flesh rots on the bone
What god could use such decay as ye? Divide, diminish, die alone.
Your God rules not this world of muck, we mold it in our image!
Seek only that which is above, yea lone in your box give homage.
We trample you, we crush your heel, will kill ye all day long
Death cannot die, look toward the sky, seek only escape from wrong!
We of the truth have bought their lies, fearful, faithless we retreat
False piety, reduced essentials, on surrendered ground we place our feet.
Our history we have despised, only a web of evil is seen
A net of black and burning threads, a choking sorrow, narrow gleans.
We make a virtue of defeat, we deconstruct the gallant dead.
The word is not for us! We cry, and with Nihilism make our bed.
All will burn, all is wicked, all is unholy oil and tar; blessed be decay
With trembling hands and hallowed bones we wait upon the Lord’s Day.
The discordant choir, a million’s million shouting tongues of flame
I see the chaos, boiling sparks, above I see a King and know His name.
What order is here, in dueling fates? Each man a church his own
We damn, we curse, we tear, our brothers on this footstool to the throne.
No man can bend this roaring sea, nature’s teeth devour those who try
The wicked scheme and rage defiance, laughter falls down from on high.
Too quick believe in powers of man, thought united in their will
A tower stands abandoned brick, a multitude of language still.
