I know, I know   And I’ll never tell   Words of blood   May seep    In your ears   But shall never   Break the god’s spell      Divine splendor   Volumed in   Incantational ignorance   Cannot save you now      I know where it lies   I know where   The killer lies   But I will not   Suffer the deaf   So that they   May elude   Suffering so sweetly      Speak and there   Is no fun   To be had   Create silence   And all will burn      Oration betrays   Honest intention   Plebeian ears   Mutate truth   Into tongues   Nescient sheep   Should never   Lead the flock      Let it be   The greatest   Service   To that has   Yet to be   Is this oh so   Divine cleansing   Of all that   Should never   Have been      Let it burn