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 maiorem dei gloriam
Ash is grey and dark is light

Hunger strikes 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