Clasp your hands together and revel in your glory
Your steepled temple, clean and warm, remains forever holy
Send up prayers to angels whom are imprisoned as pained ghosts
With blessed wine and bread stride forward and make a faithless toast
Listen to your leader pure, for it is your cross to bear
Or else surrender virtue and follow devils to despair
Speak with the men in robes whom they say are heaven-sent
And justify your faith which you have never believed in.