No gleaming temple forever stands - Your idols lay beneath, beneath the shifting sands No endless darkness, no blinding light No treasured ideal, not one vice No sacred law, no holy command No final verdict to which we are damned No Armageddon, no final rest And no paradise beyond our death For no word of the wise, no law benign Will ever change the wolf and the lion All revolution - all salvation, never as they predict! All solutions and all revelations lead a path to conflict Not one penance, not one resolute Not one confession, no matter how true No blood that is split or life cut short In the name of the father, the mother, the cause Utopia is dead! So what happens as I walk through the ashes? A trial of our blood, our blood and our scars? Well, our questions betray us - our hopes and our fears Relinquish both, and then you may hear