Twist deep into the bend of triumph's river
Whose sweet sound reverberates
Within the hollow chambers of time
Seeking for peaceful rest
Ringing out
Calling His beloved name
And to beware the cavernous depths of dillusion and denial

There is no sun
Not clouds blanket the sky
But anger beats down upon the sorry creatures
All elapsed in selfish songs
Who take upon themselves
The namesake of idolotrous muses
To cover their eyes from the true beauty
And power of eternal judgement
And the love that would cast them out
But oh,
How soft the song that lifts the soul
And removes the handicaps from the frame