[White Chalk Caravan] They walk across the white-chalk Desert-laden sand Above eyes glistens moon-rock Sun-soaked blackened Rand The seeker knows the Fields are drying His pilgrimage might be in vain Heat of Magnus evaporating The Latex-Love blister death lain He reached the prophets hilltop (Wonder) The bees made honey in the tattered bones of those who'd gone before They're no more The face-snaked of those among them wished to turn back to the shore They feared lore (Sermon 1) "There's no promise of gold in these Hills Seek not the temptations of truth-in-all There is wisdom in nickel laden hands Follow the thunderous sound born of Sunns" This he said speaking of ritual, then pressed on. [Holy Dune] (Procession to Holy Dune) The white chalk turned black as the blood of the Gods in bloom As they neared the most sacred site at the top of Holy Dune (First Prayer) and they prayed "Let the Wildfire Sunrise come alive this day, for the ground dries in it's stead" (Rise of the New Medium) The New Medium rises in the distance (Awe) (Doubt) Its all, its all over New God, new moral compass Freedom is all extinguished Where shall we go reverent? How shall we tell right from wrong, If there's a contradiction? (Rebuking the Faithful) There's no, there's no new meaning There's no, there's no new meaning Its just the same as before Its just the same as before There's no, there's no new meaning There's no, there's no new meaning There's no, there's no new meaning There's no, there's no new meaning (Second Prayer) Seeker set fire Beneath feet Serpent desire (Sermon 2) The seeker turns to those who follow, tar rock in hand They ask him for the wisdom of the useless land As a rule of lawful order, he tells them all a lie And in a bid for greater pension, he tells them all to die They understand not mysticism, and beg for the plain The seeker tells them nothing, but their efforts are not in vain (Meditation of the Seeker: Right body, Right constitution, Right self) (Progression) Nothing could have come of it (Acceptance) The land was dry The land was no more (Bliss) All was left to die All was let burn