Upon the day the world began,
God did decree in his master plan
that there must be peace for every man,
and that all peoples should be free.
But now we are bound with chains
of fear, of death, of loss and pain,
and we believe there is nothing left to gain,
and our songs are filled with a sad refrain,
and we struggle, we strain, we cry out in shame
as we try to reclaim our holy perfect name.
Mankind has gone so far astray
that we can no longer find our way.
Is it because of the darkness in our day?
We now stand trembling upon a precipice
staring down into a dark, bottomless abyss.
Is mankind intended to really end like this?
We have tumbled down from Olympian heights
into the stony crevasse of an endless night.
We have strayed far from the golden halls
and are now lost between empty canyon walls.
A canyon where no moonlight falls.
Where a perilous narrow path winds
between cracked, haunting obsidian walls,
down to the shores of a sunless sea