To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
A world been built on sheer respite,
Craving nothing but mere delight.
Faint tears come aforth the brow
As bruises mark the broken vow.
Delusion breaks the mirrors of love
Never men'd nor healed thereof.
We sit alone, scared of few,
Yet no salvation comes from the pew.
The Eternal Saviour beloved by man
Will perish by the Devil's clan.
Perdition rules among the land
Deprived of divine hand.