Well now soon plan D Will be released and the sea shall rise And the skies open
And can't you see you're in on it? You were born though you need not Have been born here at all
And is that not some cause For worship, being born among these trees? Though the beast is lurking
Well Saint George he tried Where he failed the sky will succeed Shall be seen the hornets Are you there to build a spire that blocks out the sky? Your doors are open but are your minds? Get down
And if you're sane yes I'm mad him good him bad My knees are not bleeding from kneeling In death's cathedral
Well now soon plan D Will be released and the sea shall rise And the skies open
