Where the light burns a little brighternWhere the shadows dance on the wallsnWhere holy men hide their holy secretsnThe sacredness of life is soldnStanding under gold and silvernI see the procession risenSeated in his thrown of powernHe proceeds to close his eyesnnThey try but the stone has brokennThey try but the ceiling fallsnThey try but there's no momentumnThey try but don't we all?