We Came Upon The Alter
And We Drank Of The Wine
We'd Searched For Day's Unnumbered
To Find The Promised Sign

We Sat And Watched As Statues Talked
And They Cracked A Crooked Smile
Words Of Wisdom We Thought We'd Hear
Kept Us Tranced For A While

I Hear The Words And Wonder
Could What The Say Be True
Or Is There Hidden Meaning
Could They Lie To One Like You

Then Stone Cold Fingers Point
At Others Who Are To Blame
For Loss Of Balance Without A Foe
Could Still Cause A Flame

Chosen Ones Without A Choice
Demagogues They Are
They Seem To Stare As If To Say
We Know Who You Are

But Do They Want To Know Me
Do They Want Inside My Mind
Do They Know What They Search For
Do They Know What They'll Find

Ramblings Of The Elders
Memories That Were
Haloed Halls Uncolored Walls
What Makes Them So Sure

To Judge Of These Could Be No Ease
It Must Be Time To Go
Sorrow For The Statues
We Leave Them To Their Woes

So We Enter The Wilderness
In Search Of Truth We Go
What We'll Find And What We'll See
We Have No Way To Know