[Verse 1] I am come straight from the palace Through the toadsong to your step At the behest of the king With a gift for your temple I have lugged this strange contraption Over many a hoary dale Unbar the batw! Take me to the house Of your so-called priest... blasphemer! [Verse 2] "We do not require the use of your abandon We have our own seeing-device, powered by waste It no longer recognises words or numbers" [Verse 3] As a fellow citizen of reason I strongly suggest you reconsider your position Otherwise you may face truly dire consequences The instalment of this modern wonder Is for your own benefit Down will rain boiling tar on your rooves, if you refuse [Verse 4] "We have long-since in a vision fleed into the nameless foothills Somewhere fire cannot live - a secret dome Enclosing a whole word made anew"