In fertile soil of raw human need is planted a hopeful seed
About its sprout, are uprooted weeds of doubt
Tended by farmer priests, sacrament of future feasts
Harvested for the masses mixed with grains of other grasses
Today\'s history tomorrow\'s myths, baked in ovens of mystery
Present hero future god born from time\'s facade
Out of Phoenix ashes, watered by faith\'s splashes
A new Christ is born in Zeus\' form