Since the start of the 17th century

There's been the scent of unseasoned wood burning in the air

And the conquest of nature meant nothing at all

While we betray exception we take all that is there

Motives are transcluent in the reflection of shame

The actions ghostly remnants of our ancestral ways



And unwittingly, you just take your place in this parade

The voracious march of godliness makes us all the same anyway

Since the dawn of our human family

There's been concentrated sepsis blowing in the breeze

And we turned on each other with ferocity

Desperation, forced, without reprieve

But the missions were misguided and the trammeled led astray

The air resounds with thunder as the victors seized the day

And the haunting voice of history lives ignored but not betrayed

The voracious march of godliness will get us close to heaven one day