Songtext von We Soulless Men

"They wanted, as we say, 'to call their souls their own'. But that means to live a lie, for our souls are not, in fact, our own." - C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain The fate of the proud, our fate, could not be more clear. If we continue to insist that we own ourselves, we will succeed in destroying a part of ourselves that still remains useful to God. The fig tree will eventually be cut down, even now the axe is set at our roots.] The continuum I behold, such is my inner want Not that I should hold above that which is not around me The art of soul is now meaningless As I behold my total lack of self Lo! Demeter Behold the earth Above and below Thou makest believe Uncreated! Above the sphere Rebellious globe Thou makes us believe Why, oh why are we left? To be sin in such perfect a place The desolate mind is so perfectly spoiled In the eyes of a raptures snake Eyes of a raptures snake Here me speak, brothers of the earth My words are shattered like clay So I speak as if thou were a child Lest fire besiegeth thy hearts Beckon forth! The soulless mankind Standing in ranks of thousands still more But this fate is what I've always feared for we soulless men We soulless men