If time dared stand still, if brother moon be flung into a nova sun,
If love lay raped and cold and dead, forgotten in some lonely grave,
If days turned black as night,  if crude oil spoiled our sacred run,
Surely God would weep for us! Oceans cease their crescent wave!

If love lay bleeding by the littered wayside,
If all joy be swept from life, replaced by tragic sorrow,
If true happiness lie scourged, lost in raptures waning tide,
Stars would fall from burning skies, on the broken morrow.

Why does war and selfish wickedness raze so many lands?
Why is our sacred world so ruined, ruthlessly shattered?
Will all birds cease to sing, all fish disgraced in burning sands?
Why are lies so freely spoken, as if truth never mattered?
 
All mankind hides shame, such sinful dreadful tales should tell,
Once were warriors, confirmed with courage, honourably brave,
Devils shock mankind's soul, rifle righteousness into flagrant  hell,
Surely sun will cease to shine, virtue debased to ash, good knight reduced to knave.

So many, countless dead and buried,
Blameless millions entombed in dust,
Precious life so timeless, ever hurried,
Foul rivers run rampant, 'cross a calloused crust.

Let the fleeting world feast on blessed truth again,
Heal mortal wounds, apply sacred balm and prayer,
Admit joy into one's heart again, as adoration should e'er remain,
Let love and wisdom always be thy bliss, everlasting soothesayer.

Peace opens barred and guarded doors,
Blood flows thicker than tears and holy water,
Immortal love, designed creation, all that God adores,
Remove mankind's thorny crown, remit this useless slaughter.
 
Where innocent lives are stolen by evil sin,
When heartbreak lies bludgeoned in the bloodied fore,
Why forever crushes joy in the waxing din,
What then my kin, will faith still lead us to a blessed shore?

What is life, if heaven meets it's doom?
Where God has planted seed, will Satan reap his hell?
Why would planets stay, if sacred left the room?
When sun refuse to shine, will moon abstain as well?

God forbid! What hymns are left to sing?
Can life continue, when earth quakes before impending fall?
Is goodness rent asunder, if vipers strike and sting?
Will spirit ascend to heaven, when time remits its call?

Take your leave, ascend the mountain face,
Strike the gong, as time recites in ancient tongue,
Fling ope all dungeon gates, chain terror in that horrid place,
Lower hope down to that realm, fairly balanced, rung to rung.

Commune, this blessed wafer, personify spirit, embody soul,
Epiphany upholds thy trust, entreats euphoric capture,
Whilst daring time bids life adieu, epoch's unrelenting goal,
Suffusing life, mixing water with sacred springs, fresh fruit from Eden's rapture.

Still, wild horses gallop 'cross primeval windswept dunes,
Distant galaxies bravely conjure hope, desiring for all,
Stars, yet nova, twist and twink, resolving distant moons,
Whilst God weeps, ghostly time boasts, hosts this earthly call.