A Purpose for New London (feat. The Stupendium)

Gather brothers, gather sisters, soothe your blisters by the fire Though our bones may ache and groan, we know our spirits never tire The temperature's low, but our purpose is much higher What's behind us mustn't blind us to divineness that transpires Now her spires have expired, well, she rests in each of you London's not a place, it wasn't left beneath our boots And by grace we have been with that most elegant of truth You stand here, not abandoned, but as testament and proof For a city is its people and its people are its heart Stood together 'gainst the weather, 'gainst the coming of the dark Ne'er a lantern has been build with oh-so righteous a spark When providence claimed continents, but provided us an ark We moved north as awful, forceful storms removed borders Forced to leave the warmth behind, the daylight hours grew shorter Unable to read at night, the people might dispute lawbooks Ushering the death of joy, division made a New Order Brute force and discipline ensures all the citizens Are chipping in sufficiently, under threat of imprisonment Liberty's prohibited, retired, it's mandatory compliance now To keep the fire alight, we need to stamp any defiance out We can ill afford the price of human rights nor pay the cost of anger So we stifle scrutinising eyes astray with propaganda The only way that we can pull through is under cruel rule If a single person falls out of line, we all do Morning gathering or evening prayer We still battle for a season fair We still huddle in the freezing air For a summer that's not even there If that Sun won't rise on our horizon We'll march on to spite the skies and Find that wheel of progress, so well worn Brought us no shelter from the storm I have heard that there are those who would defy us Who'd choose oppression o'er ascension for the pious Dissidents without repent are bent on questioning the dias Twisted iron fist pariahs and their heretic messiah Winter blizzards to infinity, so sing the hymns and litanies Hand in and skin the sinners if you wish to skim divinity Each shiver will deliver us deliverance in time Burn the innocents for penitence if we preempt the crime I'm protector of the truth, great erector of the New Faith Defectors and objectors can expect a second doomsday Unquestioning our destiny, relentless we pursue fate Alone I have been chosen to be spoken through by true grace Frozen omens say we should invoke another crusade We rush to crush dissent from those who claim we must repent How could a benevolent god subject us to such events? Against the elements, precious seconds each of us has spent Completing Public Penance could've been invested putting up the tents Pragmatism's borne of pessimism, not a full-blown pestilence Infecting desperate residents with false hope Now they've sworn oaths and pledged commitment to a cult No mercy will be shown or quarter given, fetch the coiled rope And hang them by the necks until it's taut, the lesson learned is certain No forgiveness for giving attention to those worthless sermons No measure of faith will keep you warm or sate your appetite So pray, heed the warning, or we may just have to tax your life Morning gathering or evening prayer We still battle for a season fair We still huddle in the freezing air For a summer that's not even there If that Sun won't rise on our horizon We'll march on to spite the skies and Find that wheel of progress, so well worn Brought us no shelter from the storm Now the book of laws is closed and its pages shine a light As the people fill the shrines in line with my divine right This battlement of sacraments, as chattel to our rite The sacrilegious and recalcitrant shall vow or face the smite Nonbelievers shan't deceive us, we shall greet their cheek with grievance In this ceaseless season, we redeem the meek with bleak obedience Seeking each unheeding heathen, see them bleed or plead allegiance Blessed be relief from freedom; lest ye feel the need for treason Since the precept was decreed, its certainty was predetermined Mere herds of sheep are people, thus, they need to be subservient 'Neath so turbulent a firmament, the worst of men survive Pray their mercy may preserve us once we touch the other side Now the book of laws is closed, you've no hope to try and fight As the people fall in line and march in time with iron might Nonbelievers shan't deceive us, we shall greet their cheek with grievance In this ceaseless season, we redeem the meek with bleak obedience Seeking each unheeding heathen, see them bleed or plead allegiance Blessed be relief from freedom; lest ye feel the need for treason Since the precept was decreed, its certainty was predetermined Mere vermin are the people, thus, they need to be subservient They deserve paternal leadership; eternally prescriptive Turn a leaf in the journal, weep as you read the scriptures The book of laws is closed, it's frozen shut and couldn't thaw But should the storms subside it might be time to write a couple more