A lonely island,
South of heaven's coast,
A place of constant reason,
A resting place for most,

Not for souls who stood their ground,
For something more profound

Setting God on Fire,
An ancient funeral pyre,
Setting God ablaze,
These are the end of days.

In the absence of light, we see
In the absence of right, we save
Where the sun meets the sky, they are
Never coming back again.

In this blinded light of God we decree
Ignorance, pointed bliss, God is inside

Breath in
Breath out,
Storm breaks away.

Immersed in Crowley's uniform
Behind Goebbels eyes
Tall men fall, in disgrace,
Blind men shuffle to the beat of their martyr