They are going to school to learn how to die
They are going to make whores of the virgins in Paradise
Shrouded white in a land burnt black
In a grave grown green for a body of ash
The Word of God rots in their flesh,
The Blood of Christ has turned to stone
And Buddha smiling blown to bits
Sees what's come and what must go
Shunyata
The towers have fallen
Two spires of Mammon
And the twin pillars of Allah and Yahweh
Four monsters of grace
Felled by axes in the forest of iron
Dragons of oil and blood
Swallowed with life into mirrors of darkness
Their martyrs buried in the cradle of Iblis
Our pale Christ harrowed by Hell
In the dustbowl of Eden
A face of tears in the eye of the storm
Shunyata
On the marble cliffs
Above the waves
Beneath the devouring
Inferno of History
Exiled
In the quickening
Twilight of Salvation
The hero turned traitor
The traitor turned hero
The assassin turned saint
Our patron saint of Murder
Were these the last disciples
Of the Lords of Victory
Gathering like ghosts
At the altar of Lies
To prey where vermin have carried the plague?
They are going to school to learn how to die
They are going to make whores of the virgins in Paradise
Shrouded white in a land burnt black
In a grave grown green for bodies of ash
The Word of God rots in the flesh,
The Blood of Christ is turned to stone
And Buddha smiling blown to bits
Sees what's come and what must go
Gloria Excelsior
Sacrum Imperium
Kingdom Gone
Forever and ever
Shunyata
