Old School

Onward ye brethrens!
March toward thine divine trinity
Dare ye cast thy head into worldly wisdom
Only to seek His forgiveness
But thy heart is forgiven
And thou soul is healed
Oh ye trample and stagger into the seasons
O'er hills and into ditches
Straddle thine beast
And heave upright into thine heavens
Only to tumble down end o'er end
Until thy signs can not be identified
And thou hast no interpretation
Desolate attempts find temptation
Vile and profane, all in vain
But thy heart is forgiven
And thou soul is healed
He hast prepared a place
As ye brethrens walk onward
Oh ye of little faith