Whats become of the creed, my brother? People filling their coffers with so much ***** coin And filling their head with empty irrationalities; A temple of gold is no buidling to atone their sins. Oh why Oh why, cant they see the cobwebs of dogma gathered in their temple over the ages. How do I see all this, my brother? and they dont. None of this was to be, Not in the book that they swear on. So lets stop waiting now, No more prophets are coming now. It is time, lets bring this diseased temple of theirs down on them. It is time, my brother, for the gods to die now. They need some new ones now We build a promised land now From the ruins of the old now.