(The Priests Within The Temple) She Was Wrinkled And Huge And Hideous? She Was Our Mother. She Was Lustful And Lewd? But A God; We Had None Other. In The Day She Was Hidden And Dumb, But At Nightfall Moaned In The Shade; We Shuddered And Gave Her Her Will In The Darkness; We Were Afraid. (The People Without) She Sent Us Pain, And We Bowed Before Her; She Smiled Again And Bade Us Adore Her. She Solaced Our Woe And Soothed Our Sighing; And What Shall We Do Now God Is Dying? (The Priests Within) She Was Hungry And Ate Our Children; How Should We Stay Her? She Took Our Young Men And Our Maidens; Ours To Obey Her. We Were Loathed And Mocked And Reviled Of All Nations; That Was Our Pride. She Fed Us, Protected Us, Loved Us, And Killed Us; Now She Has Died. (The People Without) She Was So Strong; But Death Is Stronger. She Ruled Us Long; But Time Is Longer. She Solaced Our Woe And Soothed Our Sighing; And What Shall We Do Now God Is Dying?