Tell me prophet, blinded with sight of the gods,
where they hiding? And what do you think of all this blood?
Thought you could see. Thought you knew.
Visionless me, why can I see right through you?

No voice in the whirlwind. Not for such as thee. Hearken, my children, don't listen to me.

If you divine fates from visions sent through ivory gates, well,
I've got such as one for you, can't tell me that it's not true.
In their hidden places, all the deathless pass the ages.
But what is it that they do? Cassandra just shut your mouth.

Without making a sound, the gods all sleep.
As we're hallowing ground, the gods all sleep.
As we're doing them proud, the gods all sleep.
As a torture wheel rounds, the gods all sleep.

Come on Morpheus, open up that box for us 'cause,
the prophet needs to know some more. We'll meet again past the shores.
In the meantime, while you're out there in the dreamtime,
as humanity implores, can you just pass on this note?

Without making a sound, the gods all sleep.
As we're hallowing ground, the gods all sleep.
As we're doing them proud, the gods all sleep.
As we bloody our crowns, the gods all sleep.

Tell me oh Phoebus, what of thy Pythia now? Tell me sweet Jesus, where art thou?

Without making a sound, they sleep us away, as we vainly pray, our deafened logos.
As we're hallowing ground, they could not care less. They are not impressed, and it really shows.

As we're doing them proud, with sanctified sin; the blackness within our vacant souls.
As a torture wheel rounds, and this planet spins, where have they all been? You already know.

Remind me now Theban, why was I to not kill the kine? I think you've been dreaming this whole time.

Sleeping sisters, with our threads between your fingers,
does this mean that I am free, or did you already do me?
Well I will claim this fate, as my own at any rate, and
if the immortals disagree, then they can speak for themselves.

Without making a sound, the gods all sleep.
As we're hallowing ground, the gods all sleep.
As we're doing them proud, the gods all sleep.
In their burial gowns, the gods all sleep.