Last Rites Lyrics

Rites of a sacred kind
A kind which worship an almighty creator
They bask inside their sewn
To reap what is begotten
Reaping what is sewn
Sewn to the earth and sky
A sky which has fallen to dusk
A sun darkened to ashes
A moon riveted in blood
Blot out the sun
Cross out my eyes
For they are blind to reason
There's a reason for being
There's a reason for life and death
So destroy your trinket idols
And graven thy soul before the dusk
These are the last rites
Rites of a sacred temple