"So come hence towers of ivory
A crown of thorn upon heads plated in gold
Piercing not and bleeding none
Falsifiers all
Where yet these pilgrims weep and pray
None answer but these men of cloth
In robes stained with flowers since wilted
How can men in good conscience
Claim rights with hands so pristine?"

What spoke to me
Held me in such firmament
A quoin on which to build myself
My strength on which to draw
I know in truth
What these houses yet lack
In honesty and love they see
But filth and defilement
And how can these men
In accountancy be held
When flocks are running circles
Nosed in the shit of them?
I see, I see the truth
What choice have I?
This vessel carries forth
Tattooed in the light
They'll see, they'll know
Run the walls red

Run the walls red

For emptiness conquering
Cups overflowing with nothing
Bread and wine fattening and sickening
Guts of pestilence overhanging
Falsity craves falsity
When dregs are where they deserve to be
If swords hang delicate
Then cut the threads, marry steel to their flesh

May the bells chime

What love is this
When fear makes a mouse of men
In robes once white
Now stained in flowers yet to bloom
Come all ye faithful
Come all ye fearful
I condemn you, men
Witness mockery writ large
On ivory pedestal
With blade become the meek
The fearful kept upon their knees
Come all ye faithful
Come all ye fearful
So mote it be done

So mote it be done

For emptiness conquering
Cups overflowing with nothing
Bread and wine fattening and sickening
Guts of pestilence overhanging
Falsity craves falsity
When dregs are where they deserve to be
If swords hang delicate
Then cut the threads, marry steel to their flesh

Wrap the stole
Hang judgement for all to see
Bear the fruit
In gardens you've lain
Whoever sows
To please the flesh
From flesh will reap destruction
Bear the marks
Of the martyr you claim to be
Deep in hands
No longer pristine
Cut the chords
No longer a hymn to sing
The swelling choir sings beauty to me

Come child of light and see
Where honest pilgrims march
These bones become your path
Blood becomes your wine
Take from these gutless men
What you must carry forth
Come sojourn on your way
Silence be their names

For emptiness conquering
Cups overflowing with nothing

For emptiness conquering
Cups overflowing with nothing
Bread and wine fattening and sickening
Guts of pestilence overhanging
Falsity craves falsity
When dregs are where they deserve to be
If swords hang delicate
Then cut the threads, marry steel to their flesh

Run the walls red and
Marry steel to their flesh