Ophidian Forest - The Church Is Empty lyrics

Time took the better of the priest Sermon-weary, not the the least Entering his sanctuary The church, the church is empty The air is moist, the light is dim There's mold that's creeping up the walls Frescoes gone beyond repair The church, the church is empty And thus decays a house of God The sounds of worship have reduced From benches left as woodworm food Made from trees that bear no fruit Old lady's tribute to gospel's truth Her bouquets replace absent youth It seems the time for saving souls Is withering and waning The old priest rises from his seat The chancel steps creak 'neath his feet It seems the time for Chosen Ones Runs out like clouds when raining No successor for the man A cold wind blowing through the aisles The flock has fled to modern times The bell, for deaf man's ears it chimes And thus decays a house of God The sounds of worship have reduced From benches left as woodworm food Made from trees that bear no fruit The air is moist, the light is dim There's mold that's creeping up the walls A breeze of cold that treads the halls The church, the church is empty