[Verse I] Lo, was there once a lore-laden seer, robed in the rime of a ruinous rite. Word upon word would he summon and steer souls through the shadow and sever the night. [Verse II] Now standeth still that sanctified sight, scrolls sealed shut, all sermons undone. Doom hath been dealt, and day swallowed night... all that was warned hath already run. [Chorus] All is already. All is already. Said and set down, and sealed in the stead. All is already. All is already. Nothing to summon. Nothing to dread. [Verse III] Tongue turned to stone in the temple of thought, spirit laid low in a languorous lull. Faith, once aflame, is a function forgot, set into silence, suspended and null. [Bridge] What would he witness, what would he write, when all is woven and writ in the world? Oracle emptied of omen and sight, banner of belief now bitterly furled. [Final Chorus] All is already. All is already. Scribed and secured, no syllable spared. All is already. All is already. Nothing remaineth to be declared.
