Wind of no Change

Day star

Over concrete plains

Come forth

And answer to your names

Hear

His constant whisper rages on

Like a wind of no change

And an arrow through the heart

Better let go of the loving

Embrace the knowing

Better savour the poison

Assemble a temple of steel

To stand on top of that building

The soaring tomb

With the scaffolding reaching ever higher

And lord Jesus

Or what's his name again

Did he watch us come out of the fire

Unchanged

Map out the harrowing scheme inside

To numb the soul

Calculate and magnify

Here comes the final strain

The rotten coda

For we are done waiting

Here comes our elder kin

Appearing where we lay in sin

And sing praise, hail Satan

Hear

A broadcast dripping with his tongue

Address the palliative state

Transmittals through the dusk

So receive the authority

See the seven heads of majority

Untouched by rust

Here comes the final strain

The rotten coda

For we are done waiting

Here comes our elder kin

Appearing where we lay in sin

And sing praise, hail Satan

I won't sever the ties

Or not for one single second

Disgrace your name

That came to me in my wildest dream

You're the flicker

On a dead screen

Present yet unseen

Here comes the final strain

The rotten coda

For we are done waiting

Here comes our elder kin

Appearing where we lay in sin

And sing praise, hail Satan