When the vineyard is already rotten
Fear not the wolf by the flock
When the shepherd himself is one
But it's meaning is long since forgotten
Seeking light in this darkness
But their light is just glittering gold
Divine order prophane hierarchy
Orthodoxy a theocratic tyranny
Won't clean the soul of a little child
Can not make a sin undone
Behind the walls of Cluny
Asceticism in silken rags
Celebrating a golden poverty
Divine order prophane hierarchy
Orthodoxy a theocratic tyranny
All men are trapped in this illusion
Let my soul be washed with fire
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