An apocryphal popular mythology or a civilization in waneWhatever your assessment is, a paradox remainsThere’s a moral and intellectual vacuum and you’re right to be lookin’ askancePhilosophically moribund, revolution hasn’t a chanceAs the light fades the shadows dance in silhouette to starsDespite all illusion we approach the darkest hourIs the enemy hiding in your conscience or can forgiveness pave the way?There’s got to be a place for them if tomorrow’s a better dayWith the high-priest banging on the war drum you cannot make out what he’s sayingWith all the litter on the battlefield, no higher ground remainsAs the light fades the shadows dance in silhouette to starsDespite all illusion we approach the darkest hourWelcome to the showHistory took a tollDiscontent was sown but now the child is grown and come into his own, a superstarYet despite all illusion we approach the darkest hour