from Take Me to Church
THE LORD hath out-thundered from Zion, the lay:
YE MEN! KISS THE SON ERE YE PERISH! the way
by timbrel and trumpet, harp, zither, and lyre
be lit, and lit also by Gehinnom's fire.
The beam of his scepter cast heralds the day,
thy saints chant ascension in holy array;
for lo, from the morn, dew of youth to adore;
thy battlements great, and thy hauberk of war.
Hark now to the standard that flies by the ford:
THOU ART OF MELCHIZEDEK PRIEST! saith the LORD.
King, heap up dead bodies and drink on the way,
thy head shall be crowned by the brook of YAHWEH.