Hunted creatures we had been, quaking under quiet sky
From clear and blue do devils dive
Shredding flesh and spitting flame
The burned should dare not lift their eyes, but choked by smoke might utter groan
Storm and strike, tri-partite God, but let no gap be known!
Send thunder, send poison, send deathrock and sword,
Join angels with razors defending your home
Kill us with fire or fill us with force
Let no fury offend us like this left alone
And why did angels never scream, why wouldn’t lilies bite?
Why, oh feeble light of stars, why shine so still all night?
What faith is left for quietude, when once the voids collide?
How could we trust in gentleness, who slaughter had survived?
And of this itchy-twitchy stillness we’ve been left to wonder in
No thunder-voice has ever come to break, burn, blow and make us new
We were sobbing for our master
What we got were butterflies,
Laughing through this naked air like life was something new
Hunted creatures we had been, and yet the world is wide
All safe and sound, all left behind
Still bound by vow to providence
Our brutal faith makes us believe we’ve magic left inside
And we’ll be damned if we forget to use good common sense
Impossible odds have decided it’s more in our nature to fear
Blue sky can’t be counted on, and demons won’t be kept
Ours is to wonder – to wander, brew light from cold thunder
Remember the failure of Rapture today; let never our hungers be met