Where are the leading gods That once stood loyal at the threshold of it all Grand in absence Smothered lay their vessels All draped like molten shrines I can taste the rot from their profound smiles Where are the vices of men That once shook the pedestal of meaning That once cleansed the dreams of the rightious Now pour your bewildered blood On the plains of slaughtered truth Goddamned be this f**ing world The birth of a new dawn unsung Blackened rain thicks as tar Suffocates the moisty ground Fields of the lifeless From where I stretch an endless gaze As cold as heavens' slain As cold as heavens' slain The d**h of heaven is a goddess Her hand reaches from the ghastly deep A vision of unearthed beauty Lurks me into endless bliss In a whirlwind of inverted prayers No soul is left to keep Already dead before the wake No god, no soul, nothing to take