Well now soon plan DnWill be released and the sea shall risenAnd the skies opennnAnd can't you see you're in on it?nYou were born though you need notnHave been born here at allnnAnd is that not some causenFor worship, being born among these trees?nThough the beast is lurkingnnWell Saint George he triednWhere he failed the sky will succeednShall be seen the hornetsnAre you there to build a spire that blocks out the sky?nYour doors are open but are your minds?nGet downnnAnd if you're sane yes I'm mad him good him badnMy knees are not bleeding from kneelingnIn death's cathedralnnWell now soon plan DnWill be released and the sea shall risenAnd the skies open