A Hill To Die Upon - Rime (Jerub-Ba'al) lyrics

[Music by Adam Cook; Lyrics by R. Michael Cook] “All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction; which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony, not understood;” [- Alexander Pope, Essay on Man] We are now called Jerub-Ba’al, brothers in blood and fell in oath, the silent sound of the Fall. Let the lesser lights shine to all. Castor and Pollox have no worth; stones and sail screaming out from the mountains where rivers berth. We are the beds cut in the earth. I have come for Asherah, and I shall contend with Ba’al. Naught is given beneath the sun; Naught is had that is not won. He approves of what we undertake. …what we overtake. …what we ourselves negate. …the sounds we make. As is the man, so is his weakness. So leave the burning gold on your heads. As is the god, so is his greatness. We are nothing more than riverbeds. I felled the very goddess-carved totem, which Joash erected high. No doubt my god has smote them. No doubt… no doubt… He approves of what we undertake. …what we overtake. …what we negate. …of the sounds we make. …some lessons learned. …some churches burned. …silence earned. …d**h not spurned.