You give praise to the statues of gods

Dispirited, they hear you not

You give offering to metal and stone

Dispirited, how can they respond?

The faith disheveled

Temples distained

You praise the mere shadows of gods

The word, discolored and vain

And the Gods, they know you not



They come when the Spirit speaks

But your words disdainful

Words spawned by the cultureless beings

Disclaimed by the once attentive Gods

Disarmed, the power words are empty

Your way being left to the winds

Bitter is the wailing of the sheep

Even now the memories are dis



Barren, the temple's reason was loss

In vulgarian was it swallowed

The mundane, so disbanded they are

Not of purpose can they find

The Great Mother, as if a criminal

Disaffiliated from One's people

Unwelcome like the rival of a culture

Removed, unwelcome She stands



Disarrayment of the Values' Core seeds discord

For now fulfillment cannot be formed

And the sheepfold mourn

In the forge of our will we manifest ourselves

Empowering our world

Yet the fables of a failed faith

Show the effects of this spiritual dis



Empty, the Gods disavow you

Understanding you have lost

For what fulfillment can you possibly hold

In the end of such means

Caught in the chains of enslavement

But these chains you do not know

You hold the Key to the Truth

But these chains they dull your mind



Shackled by the falsifiers

They share with you only the shadows of things

You commit to serve the mundane

Society's slave but you can not see

The Spirit so laden in the net of thorns

Entrapped by the other's spells

I speak, but you're ignorant to Me

Can you not see what you hold



They respond to the potent will

Of the Most High Standing

And being unchained by decision

Assemblage of the Ancient Way

With Incantations, manifesting our will

Expanding our Being