The Hour of Dying

Disciples of the desert kneeling
Golgatha’s hills were dreaming
The light, the world through sacrifice
Baptized through your knives
And as I saw my life leave me
The cross barren, cold
A penance against the world
Do not weep for me but
For all the things that never changed
For all the sorrow, I am absolution
I am the light
Feathers fall
Raise the hammer, set the nail
Drive them deep
The Hour of Dying will prevail
Daughters weep
Silver cascades on this night
Ad maiorm dei gloriam
Ash is grey and dark is light
Hunger striks the prophets
Woe will greet their doors
Lust will be their gospel
Sanctify the whores
Adonai Elohim Iehova Tetragrammaton
The howling of the Marids
The cries upon the wind
The flames that do not burn
The paradox within
What is it that we want?
What is it that we seek?
The given light cuts sore and deep
Oh father, maybe all of us have somehow lost their will
Forgive us, for our eyes are blinded
Feathers fall
Raise the hammer, set the nail
Drive them deep
The Hour of Dying will prevail
Daughters weep
Silver cascades on this night
Ad maiorem dei gloriam
Ash is grey and dark is light