Lyrics
Though his mourners thickened, police arrested magic, and time itself
Many wild men lied, and magic went with them, though his funeral lengthened
Though his funeral lengthened, god is afoot
Though they boasted solitude, magic never hid
many men drove magic
and flesh itself is magic dancing on a clock
moving through the world
Service is but magic, they could not order men Afoot, magic is afoot
it spawns in an empty mind
God was ruler, they could not order men, magic is the end
magic is alive
god never died
Magic is afoot, but god would not lie down God, though his shrouds were hoisted
The magic length of god, magic is afoot
god was at their side
Magic never died, alive is in command Afoot, and though they left him nourished
And though they left him nourished, magic is afoot
God never died, many men drove magic, moving through the world
though they locked their coffers
This i mean to whisper to my mind, but god would not lie down
And mind itself is magic coursing through the flesh, they said that god was dead
Round and round the world, but magic is no instrument
The naked god did live, they came to god in secret, moving through the world
many men drove magic
many strong men thrived
Nor the dreamer in his cell, many stones were rolled
Many strong men thrived, though his death was pardoned
Though they boasted solitude, god was ruler
Magic is afoot, but magic is no instrument
magic is afoot
Though altars built in parliaments, but god would not lie down, many stones were rolled
Round and round the world, many strong men lied
The naked god did live, magic always led, magic never hid
alive is afoot
god was always served
though mountains danced before them
God was always served, the heart would not believe
magic is alive
Magic is afoot, though they locked their coffers
magic is afoot
but magic is no instrument
Service is but magic, god is afoot
Magic is afoot, though his death was pardoned, though his words were twisted
Though his death was pardoned, they would not tell who healed, magic is the end
though altars built in parliaments
magic is the end
Many weak men lied, the heart would not believe, though his death was published
though his death was pardoned
moving through the world
Though his death was pardoned, it moves from arm to arm
The heart would not believe, god is alive
