Inside

Holy Smoke! It's deep inside,

The time has come, the blood has dried.

The empty cross has fallen down,

A two-edged sword beneath the ground.

He says our name if we say His,

The faith that was, the Truth that is.

The fire of destruction

that we mutually assure,

Will cleanse the soul of mortal man,

and raise up all the Pure.

From dust to Adam, Atom to dust,

The Mediator we must trust.

There's only One who can bestow,

The final blessing when we go.

He came to pay, He comes today,

He says there is no other way.

Scorched Earth upon the altar

between unnumbered souls,

Above the pool of living,

The fallen cross arose.

The stairway up to heaven,

is not an easy climb.

The only way you'll make it is,

"on this cross of Mine."

We walk on the brink of destruction,

the time is near at hand.

You must receive the Maker's mark,

to stand within His land.

It's written in the heart and soul,

of those who will endure.

The Perfect Peace and Love we find,

is Heaven that's for sure.