Since the start of the 17th century
  There's been the scent of unseasoned wood burning in the air
  And the conquest of nature meant nothing at all
  While we betray exception we take all that is there
  Motives are transcluent in the reflection of shame
  The actions ghostly remnants of our ancestral ways
    And unwittingly, you just take your place in this parade
  The voracious march of godliness makes us all the same anyway
  Since the dawn of our human family
  There's been concentrated sepsis blowing in the breeze
  And we turned on each other with ferocity
  Desperation, forced, without reprieve
  But the missions were misguided and the trammeled led astray
  The air resounds with thunder as the victors seized the day
  And the haunting voice of history lives ignored but not betrayed
  The voracious march of godliness will get us close to heaven one day