The gods we used to worship are extinct.
They cannot live inside our darkened hearts
We lost the light and now we cannot think
The inner eye sees nothing is distinct.
We can no longer see those hidden charts
The gods we used to worship are extinct
The sun no longer shines it is defunct
Wandering in the wilderness we’re scared
In the darkness we can find no link.
Where are the scribes who write it down in ink?
We cannot dictate love nor how it starts
The Gods we used to worship are extinct
I know now God may speak to us in hints.
The glass is darkened, we can know in part
We’ve lost the light and now we cannot think
In this uncertain era, who is heard?
What else can we do but be prepared?
The gods we used to worship are extinct
Where can we find light, how can we think?
How my heart sings 