The Discipline Of Earth

Deep down in the black slime of this earth
The dead sink to Hell
Perfectly obscured
From the sullen hundred's stare
And upheld by strings of gold
Hang the sacred stars in the sky
While Jehovah lifts his sinister eye from our world
His laws do not longer compel
A swift wind of doom disturb the endless sleep
Of the indolent and effete
Deep down in the black slime of this earth
The dead sink to Hell
Obscured from the hundred's stare
Hang the sacred stars in the sky
Deep down in the black slime of this earth
Restless limbs are at work
Deep down beneath the dark tar of this land
Decrepit lungs crave air
If you could see through the stratas of dirt
That cover these infertile fields
You would meet a thousand empty eyes
Endlessly seeking the invisible stars
One spectre of fire brought swiftly away
Upon a gust over the fields
To imbue within the forbidden life
The dead shall ride
Years tore upon torpid flesh
Those years have come to an end
Disturbed to awake from their permanent sleep
The dead shall ride
Over the earth
The spectres of fire are brought swiftly away
Upon a gust over the fields
To enlighten and lead the forbidden progress
Of the dead that ride
Over the earth