A Purpose for New London (Faith)

[The Stupendium]

Gather brothers, gather sisters

Soothe your blisters by the fire

Though our bones may ache and groan

We know our spirits never tire

The temperature's low, but our purpose is much higher

What's behind us mustn't blind us to divineness that transpires

Now her spires have expired, well, she rests in each of you

London's not a place, it wasn't left beneath our boots

And by grace, we have been blessed

With that most elegant of truth

You stand here not abandoned, but as testament and proof

For a city is its people, and its people are its heart

Stood together 'gainst the weather, 'gainst the coming of the dark

Ne'er a lantern has been lit with oh so righteous a spark

When providence claimed continents, but provided us an ark

[Dan Bull]

We moved north as awful forceful storms removed borders

Forced to leave the warmth behind

The daylight hours grew shorter

Unable to read at night, the people might dispute lawbooks

Ushering the death of joy, division made a new order

Brute force and discipline ensures all the citizens

Are chipping in sufficiently, under threat of imprisonment

Liberty's prohibited, retired, it's mandatory compliance now

To keep the fire alight, we need to stamp any defiance out

We can ill afford the price of human rights

Nor pay the cost of anger

So we stifle scrutinizing eyes astray with propaganda

The only way that we can pull through is under cruel rule

If a single person falls out of line, we all do

Morning gathering or evening prayer

We still battle for a season fair

We still huddle in the freezing air

For a summer that's not even there

If that Sun won't rise on our horizon

We'll march on to spite the skies

And find that wheel of progress so well worn

Brought us no shelter from the storm

[The Stupendium]

I have heard that there are those who would defy us

Who'd choose oppression o'er ascension for the pious

Dissidents without repent are bent on questioning the dias

Twisted iron fist pariahs and their heretic messiah

Winter blizzards to infinity, so sing the hymns and litanies

Hand in and skin the sinners if you wish to skim divinity

Each shiver will deliver us deliverance in time

Burn the innocents for penitence if we preempt the crime

I'm protector of the truth, great erector of the new faith

Defectors and objectors can expect a second doomsday

Unquestioning our destiny, relentless we pursue fate

Alone I have been chosen to be spoken through by true grace

Frozen omens say we should invoke another crusade

[Dan Bull]

We rush to crush dissent from those who claim we must repent

How could a benevolent God subject us to such events?

Against the elements, precious seconds each of us has spent

Completing public penance could have been invested putting up the tents

Pragmatism's borne of pessimism

Not a full blown pestilence

Infecting desperate residents with false hope

Now they've sworn oaths and pledged commitment to a cult

No mercy will be shown or quarter given, fetch the coiled rope

And hang them by the necks until its taut

The lesson learned is certain

No forgiveness for giving attention to those worthless sermons

No measure of faith will keep you warm or sate your appetite

So pray heed the warning, or we may just have to tax your life

Morning gathering or evening prayer

We still battle for a season fair

We still huddle in the freezing air

For a summer that's not even there

If that Sun won't rise on our horizon

We'll march on to spite the skies

And find that wheel of progress so well worn

Brought us no shelter from the storm

[The Stupendium]

Now the Book of Laws has closed, and its pages shine a light

As the people fill the shrines in line with my divine right

This battlement of sacraments as chattel to our rite

The sacrilegious and recalcitrant shall vow or face the smite

Nonbelievers shan't deceive us

We shall greet their cheek with grievance

In this ceaseless season

We redeem the meek with bleak obedience

Seeking each unheeding heathen

See them bleed or plead allegiance

Blessed be relief from freedom lest you feel the need for treason

Since the precept was decreed, its certainty was predetermined

Mere herds of sheep are people, thus they need to be subservient

'Neath so turbulent a firmament, the worst of men survive

Pray their mercy may preserve us once we touch the other side