Half moon twilight, shadows fade
Specters rise within the glade
Advancing in a soft parade
Along the hills and colonnade

Ghostly phantoms long forgotten
Wailing souls from Hell begotten
Crying out for Satan’s pity
Forsaken by the Holy see

Where to go and what direction
Darwin’s natural selection
Never saw this sad collection
Death’s pathetic imagery

Floating down among the people
bowed beneath a different steeple
'Perhaps these foreign gods will
save us from eternal misery'

But god’s are all created equal
from the start and thru the sequel
By the same enamored people
living in this desperate land

And so my friend there’s no salvation
from this fear and desperation
The freedom of annihilation
again denied by Heaven’s hand.