(Van Dyne)

Futile brains, wisdom you have slain
Truth despised and redefined
Your love of sin, o’ foolish mankind
Ye inventors of these evil seeds

Whispers weep, silent deeds
Breath be still, surrendered will
Grains of sand, an open hand
Timeless flow, truth be told

Corruption takes as judgement awaits
Focused on what the flesh receives
With a serpent’s tongue, you kiss your young goodnight
Unbent knees and idolatries

Whispers weep, silent deeds
Breath be still, surrendered will
Grains of sand, an open hand
Timeless flow, truth be told

Whispers weep, silent deeds
Breath be still, surrendered will
Grains of sand, an open hand
Timeless flow, truth be told