Gather the young ones Let your games begin Black-winged protector Shelter the ones who have sinned Clandestine traditions Obscured by suspicion Doctrines of tragedy Preserved and glorified In the echo of a lie Fate of the nations Plows and shears to swords This congregation Nodding in silent accord Punish the other Just like our fathers Lost in this darkness How the generations die In the echo of a lie On hands and knees, I crawl to you Oh help me please, like you always do With bloody knees, I run away from you These lives unsaved, this book untrue