We are now called Jerub-Ba’al Brothers in blood and fell in oath The silent sound of the Fall Let the lesser lights shine to all
Castor and Pollox have no worth Stones and sail screaming out From the mountains where rivers berth We are the beds cut in the earth
I have come for Asherah And I shall contend with Ba’al Naught is given beneath the sun Naught is had that is not won
He approves of what we undertake What we overtake
What we ourselves negate The sounds we make
As is the man, so is his weakness So leave the burning gold on your heads As is the god, so is his greatness We are nothing more than riverbeds
I felled the very goddess-carved totem which Joash erected high No doubt my god has smote them No doubt, no doubt
He approves of what we undertake What we overtake What we negate Of the sounds we make Some lessons learned Some churches burned Silence earned Death not spurned
