We Came Upon The Alter

And We Drank Of The Wine

We'd Searched For Day's Unnumbered

To Find The Promised Sign



We Sat And Watched As Statues Talked

And They Cracked A Crooked Smile

Words Of Wisdom We Thought We'd Hear

Kept Us Tranced For A While



I Hear The Words And Wonder

Could What The Say Be True

Or Is There Hidden Meaning

Could They Lie To One Like You



Then Stone Cold Fingers Point

At Others Who Are To Blame

For Loss Of Balance Without A Foe

Could Still Cause A Flame



Chosen Ones Without A Choice

Demagogues They Are

They Seem To Stare As If To Say

We Know Who You Are



But Do They Want To Know Me

Do They Want Inside My Mind

Do They Know What They Search For

Do They Know What They'll Find



Ramblings Of The Elders

Memories That Were

Haloed Halls Uncolored Walls

What Makes Them So Sure



To Judge Of These Could Be No Ease

It Must Be Time To Go

Sorrow For The Statues

We Leave Them To Their Woes



So We Enter The Wilderness

In Search Of Truth We Go

What We'll Find And What We'll See

We Have No Way To Know