And we did pray for the rising tide To swallow our daughters and sons For the rotten to spread out their seed While we built this kingdom And crowned our kings And we did pray for dystopia, searing the flesh of the earth Under the flag of brightening word and ideal Creation's crowning glory, standing strong and proud It may be blind but blessed In itself dead but living And we are indeed dead but breathing And we are indeed without eyes Abound of desire we're stumbling ahead To the pulse of malignant intent In glorious unconsciousness Feverishly sweeping towards the sole mountain And we are indeed dead but breathing And we did come to harvest the ashes, To claim what we saw, what is rightfully ours To defile, to rebuild, to beguile, to be spilled and Exiled, for at least our betrayal's worthwhile And we did come to praise the forsaken, To hallow our truth, to defy death itself To oppress, to resort, to confess, to distort, To obsess what remains, for our reign has come forth And we did come to harvest the ashes, And we did come to claim what is rightfully ours And we did come to defile the temple For our reign is resort And we did come to praise the forsaken And we did come to hallow our truth And we did come obsess what remains For our reign has come forth