facing the eldest gods

so dark that stars must scream out of the sky
these are the nights our ancestors had known
against that vision no room for the lie

we note the pallor of those now on high
in every heart the secret is a stone
so dark that stars must scream out of the sky

sharp is the blade that makes the tongue comply
and rough the face on which the wind has blown
against that vision no room for the lie

eager to please and to survive thereby
those who awake into this world have grown
so dark that stars must scream out of the sky

your normal viewer has turned out so shy
that all he does is bend his head and moan
against that vision no room for the lie

there's no place left to which the good may fly
each of us faces that hard fact alone
so dark the stars must scream out of the sky
against that vision no room for the lie