If my wrath broke up tombs and swept away thresholds
Pushing broken old values into dark pits
If my hate would blow rotten words to dust
Like a cleansing wind through molding gravesThen I could rejoice
Where Gods lay entombed
Covered with the sands of time
Beside the keepers of a dying faithSilent are the watchersEven I would love the church
If the sun watches down
Through cracked domes
On the worms belowSilent are the watchers
Gargoyles of glorious past
Perched upon their thrones
In cold shadow castAcross infinite reaches
[Incomprehensible]
Unto new morals
Away from this filthy domainSilent are the watchersEven I would love the church
If the sun watches down
Through cracked domes
On the worms belowEven I would love the church
If the sun watches down
Through cracked domes
On the worms below