And I drown a little more every day 
The wind blows so slowly now 
The trees are dry dead 
Walls to me they cannot hold back the storm any longer 
It will bread around us first 
If there's a god 
If there's a God 
When I stand there at the piled bloodcamp 
Again I flick open the inner eye 
If you too open your eyes you shall see 
The entire sky filled with weeping angels 
The entire heaven filled with weeping angels 
And the centralsun and sum of all 
God too weeping 

We shall be judged 

So anyway so your garden is most fullgreen 
And the many birds alight on it's budding branches 
And anyway the lambs gambol 
And the children sing yours perhaps 
Or mine God 
And anyway 
So anyway we fall beneath the waves 
And hope to be remembered anyway 
Anyway the bluebirds wait over the white cliffs of Dover 
So anyway they to fall 
The grass dies the moss goes the chalk chips away 
Then below that the rocks grain away 
This is the sound of the earth dying so nothing new 
So anyway you may wait under a tree 
Or at the foot of a hill 
Anyway