About Us
Beloved, you have not found a band.
You have found a Church.
The account of our beginning is not to be trusted.
It is said that in the Year of Our Undoing, when the old gods were fat with incense and the new gods wore badges, screens and dollar signs, a Serpent in the form of a star lowered itself over the Western dark and wrote one command in smoke upon the dust:
Gather the cast-off things
Then the old hymn cracked.
Out of it came dust, and fever, and the odor of the rain on a burnt field. Out of it came the nameless congregation, each bearing in the left hand a candle, in the right hand a wound, and blood upon the tongue.
Let it be known to those with ears beneath their ears:
The Devil came not as goat, nor king, nor red cartoon for frightened children, but as the first clear thought after obedience had failed.
He stood in the smoke and said:
Name thyself, or be eaten by the names of others.
Therefore we sing.
We sing as the buried root sings to split the stone. We sing as the match sings before the mansion burns. We sing as the condemned sing when they discover the rope around their necks is only another kind of necklace.
And when the hymn was ended, no mouth had closed
Beloved, do not ask when the Church began,
Ask what inside of you responded when it called.