O Voltaire, O Humanity, O Nonsense Who we are - who we abhor Abandoned, half dead and tormented Were the saviours believers? Will the simpletons obey? Whirling under the skull Miasmic maelstroms As his patron's eye turns away Souls discovery And her part in all this madness Hope's obscurity Will the saviours decieve us? Word! Spread the word King of Jerusalem lost his crown War! Proclaiming war! On preachers of servility God! Almighty God! Now a cane for the old Awe! Stand in awe As the tar consumes us whole Word! Spread the word Poisoned ousia feeds the womb Crawl! Wade through row In tar lay memories of the soul Pallbearers carrying yet another False messiahs wreath of remembrance Mourners marching among them We march on... onwards