Since the start of the 17th century 
There's been the scent of unseasoned wood burning in the air 
And the conquest of nature meant nothing at all 
While we betray exception we take all that is there 
Motives are transcluent in the reflection of shame 
The actions ghostly remnants of our ancestral ways 
 
And unwittingly, you just take your place in this parade 
The voracious march of godliness makes us all the same anyway 
Since the dawn of our human family 
There's been concentrated sepsis blowing in the breeze 
And we turned on each other with ferocity 
Desperation, forced, without reprieve 
But the missions were misguided and the trammeled led astray 
The air resounds with thunder as the victors seized the day 
And the haunting voice of history lives ignored but not betrayed 
The voracious march of godliness will get us close to heaven one day