They are going to school to learn how to die They are going to make whores of the virgins in Paradise Shrouded white in a land burnt black In a grave grown green for a body of ash The Word of God rots in their flesh, The Blood of Christ has turned to stone And Buddha smiling blown to bits Sees what's come and what must go Shunyata The towers have fallen Two spires of Mammon And the twin pillars of Allah and Yahweh Four monsters of grace Felled by axes in the forest of iron Dragons of oil and blood Swallowed with life into mirrors of darkness Their martyrs buried in the cradle of Iblis Our pale Christ harrowed by Hell In the dustbowl of Eden A face of tears in the eye of the storm Shunyata On the marble cliffs Above the waves Beneath the devouring Inferno of History Exiled In the quickening Twilight of Salvation The hero turned traitor The traitor turned hero The assassin turned saint Our patron saint of Murder Were these the last disciples Of the Lords of Victory Gathering like ghosts At the altar of Lies To prey where vermin have carried the plague? They are going to school to learn how to die They are going to make whores of the virgins in Paradise Shrouded white in a land burnt black In a grave grown green for bodies of ash The Word of God rots in the flesh, The Blood of Christ is turned to stone And Buddha smiling blown to bits Sees what's come and what must go Gloria Excelsior Sacrum Imperium Kingdom Gone Forever and ever Shunyata