Caspar, Balthazar, Melchior! Where are your offerings now?

I've been to this place;
Lost in my shell to trace
All that I've been to be
Caught halfway up a tree
And hoping for the luck to see
The Ghost of When. The Ghost of Maybe.
I've been to this place,
Though I never saw your face.
I never saw your face.

Whether you believe you have control
Or submit before you Lord.
By two laws alone we roll,
The Ledger and the Sword,
The Ledger and the Sword.

I've been at this place
Only twice in ten to face
That suit that you wear so well
On the day when waves of Vic'try swell.
Every man had choice in the way he fell.
Every man chose his own path to hell.
I've been twice to this place,
Every broken cliché to erase.

Martyr men for environment,
Or wound the chosen poor.
Be sure to tell the globe
About the glory to behold:
The Ledger and the Sword,
The Ledger and the Sword.