Dan Bull, The Stupendium - A Purpose for New London lyrics

Gather brothers, gather sisters
Soothe your blisters by the fire
Though our bones may ache and groan
We know our spirit's never tire
The temperature's low but our
Purpose is much higher
What’s behind us mustn't blind us
To divineness that transpires
Now her spires have expired
Well, she rests in each of you
London's not a place
It wasn’t left beneath our boots
And by grace we have been blessed
With that most elegant of truth
You stand here not abandoned but
As testament and proof
For a city is it's people
And it's people are it's heart
Stood together 'gainst the weather
'gainst the coming of the dark
Ne'er a lantern has been lit with


Oh so righteous a spark
When providence claimed continents but
Provided us an ark


We moved north as awful
Forceful storms removed borders
Forced to leave the warmth behind
The daylight hours grew shorter
Unable to read at night
The people might dispute lawbooks
Ushering the death of joy
Division made a new order
Brute force and discipline ensures
All the citizens
Are chipping in sufficiently
Under threat of imprisonment
Liberty's prohibited, retired
It’s mandatory compliance now
To keep the fire alight we need
To stamp any defiance out
We can ill afford the price of human rights
Nor pay the cost of anger
So we stifle scrutinizing eyes
Astray with propaganda
The only that we can pull
Through is under cruel rule
If a single person falls out of line
We all do

Morning gathering or evening prayer
We still battle for a season fair
We still huddle in the freezing air
For a Summer that’s not even there
If that sun won't rise on our horizon
We’ll march on to spite the skies
And find that wheel of progress, so well worn
Brought us no shelter from the storm


I have heard that there are
Those who would defy us
Who'd choose oppression o'er ascension
For the pious
Dissidents without repent are bent
On questioning the dias
Twisted iron fist pariahs and
Their heretic messiah
Winter blizzards to infinity
So sing the hymns and litanies
Hand in and skin the sinners if
You wish to skim divinity
Each shiver will deliver us
Deliverance in time
Burn the innocents for penitence if
We preempt the crime
I'm protector of the truth
Great erector of the new faith
Defectors and objectors can expect
A second doomsday
Unquestioning our destiny, relentless
We pursue fate
Alone I have been chosen to be
Spoken through by true grace
Frozen omens say we should
Invoke another crusade

We rush to crush dissent from those
Who claim we must repent
How could a benevolent god subject
Us to such events? Against the elements
Precious seconds each of us has spent
Completing public penance
Could have been invested putting up the tents
Pragmatism’s borne of pessimism
Not a full-blown pestilence
Infecting desperate residents with false hope
Now they've sworn oaths and pledged
Commitment to a cult
No mercy will be shown, or quarter given
Fetch the coiled rope
And hang them by their necks until it's taut
The lesson learned is certain:
No forgiveness for giving attention
To those worthless sermons
No measure of faith will keep you
Warm or sate your appetite
So pray heed the warning or we may
Just have to tax your life


Morning gathering or evening prayer
We still battle for a season fair
We still huddle in the freezing air
For a Summer that's not even there
If that sun won't rise on our horizon
We'll march on to spite the skies
And find that wheel of progress, so well worn
Brought us no shelter from the storm

Now the book of laws has closed
And it's pages shine a light
As the people fill the shrines in
Line with my divine right
This battlement of sacraments as
Chattel to our rite
The sacrilegious and recalcitrant shall vow
Or face the smite
Non-believers shan't deceive us
We shall greet their cheek with grievance
In this ceaseless season
We redeem the meek with bleak obedience
Seeking each unheeding heathen
See them bleed or plead allegiance
Blessed be relief from freedom lest ye
Feel the need for treason
Since the precept was decreed
It's certainty was predetermined
Mere herds of sheep are people
Thus they need to be subservient
'Neath so turbulent a firmament
The worst of men survive
Pray their mercy may preserve us once
We touch the other side

Now the book of laws has closed
You've no hope to try and fight
As people fall in line and march
In time with iron might
Non-believers shan't deceive us
We shall greet their cheek with grievance
In this ceaseless season
We redeem the meek with bleak obedience
Seeking each unheeding heathen
See them bleed or plead allegiance
Blessed be relief from freedom lest ye
Feel the need for treason
Since the precept was decreed
It's certainty was predetermined
Mere vermin are the people
Thus they need to be subservient
They deserve paternal leadership
Eternally prescriptive
Turn a leaf in the journal
Weep as you read the scriptures
The book of laws is closed
It's frozen shut and couldn't thaw
But should the storm subside
It might be time to write a couple more