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