In terrible silence you stood
at the world's end
And you crawled into the sun
Blinded by the fires
That seared your heart
And the seething tongues
of the lies we became
And I sat in Babel's tower
And I judged the world
Not that I Said I spoke the language
Of saints and sinners
But I preached the world was flat
And slipped beneath the cracks
In horror I strode
to the world's end
Saw some torn by hunger
Others by steel
But by the bitter fortune
We Cursed the heathen men
and the holy yet found no relief
And we sat in Babel's tower
And we fought all the world
and I never spoke the language
Of your saints and my sinners
Of men nor beast
Who roamed this flat earth
And we sat in judgement in Babel's tower
Liars tongues seethe in fire
At the end of harsh white lines
We set the world to rights
Yet I awoke in the same black spirit
State once again