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 watchers down Through cracked domes On the worms below
Silent are the watchers Gargoyles of a glorious past Perched upon their thrones In cold shadow cast Across infinite reaches Unto new morals Away from this filthy domain