The Victor's Plan

Fast!  Prepare the temple:
Quiet its winds,
They would distract us from the One.
Secure the doors
Then push open 
The Altar of the Sun.

Light His candles,
Blow them out
One by One by One
As we walk upon His tightrope
He is come! He is come!
The Father of the Son.

O Father of the Infinite!
Upon your waters we cry
For Truth of our heritage
And Knowledge of this Lie

O Mother of the Infinite! 
In your arms we die
For the Lie has come upon us
And the Father to the Sky.