Principalities, Dominions And Thrones

Cathedral, how many times now Have your windows been washed By the tears of lovers, broken by the rack How many times has the blood of martyrs Flowed unchecked, across your cracked floors How many vile plagues seeped in Through the stained glass eye Leering upward into the face Of heaven's disappointment How many effigies of the saints Witnessed you turning on your own edicts When other tides had turned against you And how many statues were destroyed In the raging quakes of anger Inside the hearts of the downtrodden Your basins overflowed with theft and pillage Your prisons flowered forth rape and torture You left the world worse off than it was before If you should ever fall, tumble down The earth itself would crack wide open Down to its very marrow bones of outrage And finally release all your victims from bondage Something you would never do for them In the burning holocaust that was their lives.