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