The organist was playing hymns to Satan and his Lord
The choir was at an orgy that their souls could ill afford
Father Abraham was praying for the showmen and the freaks
I was on my knees behind you as I worshipped my defeat.

When you called me to your window I was naked as the dawn
The clouds had filled my ears and I heard nothing of your song
You told me you were leaving but I knew that you were gone
The silence was immortal I was burning in the Sun.

The King called out the numbers of the next in line to die
As the Angels bent before Him who they did not dare defy
Prince Moses was there crying for the tablets at his feet
I wandered through the desert for a promise of defeat.

The walls were holding secrets that they did not dare despise
You sang to me of freedom with the barbed wire in your eyes
You told me I was holy, I was hoping to be wise
I tried to grow to join you but you cut me down to size.

Your disciples had deserted there was nothing left to eat
Your tongue grew ever sharper as you sucked upon my meat
Priest Leonard was there singing for the naked and the weak
You held me to your bosom and I drank to my defeat.

Lord Krishna blew his flute and danced the music from his feet
The maidens gathered round him and the milk they drew was sweet
They nailed him to an altar for the wicked and the meek
They buried him and raised him on the day of my defeat.