Primal & Divine

Under the level winter sky
I saw a thousand christs go by
They sang an idle song and free
As they went up to calvary

Careless of eye and coarse of lip
They marched in holiest fellowship
That heaven might heal the world, they gave
Their eath-born dreams to deck the fuckin grave

Suffer the rising religious plague
Women and children, victims of hate
I believe in nothing, burn down the walls
Start the attack, rip the fuckin cross

The fever strikes again
Disgorging souls of men
The beast that rules our mind
Is primal and divine

With souls unpurged
And steadfast breath
They supped the sacraments of death

And for each one, far off, apart
Seven swords have rent a womens heart