These religions is the mystery
Who has parched this land under this mountain?
The nature of the cult is secrecy
Who gathered the unchosen heresy?
New faith concluding the narrative fountain
These religions is the mystery
Cradling scraps of garments to chests, fiercely
Who felt with their tongues energy undaunted?
The nature of the cult is secrecy
Who undertakes the promise of our sincerity?
We all shall be revealed to the crowd and taunted
These religions is the mystery
To be newly arrived is to gain one's longevity
Who knows the desperation for hands to be counted?
The nature of the cult is secrecy
Who has overtaken me with such parsimony?
Bleeding from gashes, hobbled and hounded
These religions is the mystery
The nature of the cult is secrecy