I've seen the wicked one's Wicked plans Poisoning their people A plague upon the righteousness of man And those same wicked one's Wicked hands Built that crooked steeple Cursed the ground on which it stands I've heard the drummers beat Calling me Pulsing in it's brilliance The rhythm of the ritual command I've heard the dire screams Bellowing Faintly in the distance Spreading dread across the land In my dreams I'm wandering alone In my dreams Your tomb becomes their throne I know they're watching me Cunningly Twisted crown of thorns to Place above the brow of heresy And if the moon becomes The frozen sun Don't say I didn't warn you The truth is there for all to see In my dreams I'm wandering alone In my dreams Your tomb becomes their throne To the altar they will crawl Behind those temple walls Glory in his name But when that hammer falls Obliterates it all My spirit still remains