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 graves
Then I could rejoice
Where Gods lay entombed
Covered with the sands of time
Beside the keepers of a dying faith
Silent are the watchers
Even I would love the church
If the sun watches down
Through cracked domes
On the worms below
Silent are the watchers
Gargoyles of glorious past
Perched upon their thrones
In cold shadow cast
Across infinite reaches
[Incomprehensible]
Unto new morals
Away from this filthy domain
Silent are the watchers
Even I would love the church
If the sun watches down
Through cracked domes
On the worms below
Even I would love the church
If the sun watches down
Through cracked domes
On the worms below