oh Lord I shall not whisper of the sights you've showed me your humble servant bides - his time carried by the winds of death to face my maker I know now that haven - is mine
I walk the soiled path moon above me cut in half shake the mountains, stir the sea I - have come-to-let-you-see
dawn to dusk suffocating - naked, but for rust blind - of all lies saltrubbed eyes
I draw and burn the circle in the sand at midnight evoking friends not known - to man
born-by-none outcast of dirt-and-death leaving you soul-stained-black painting my face a deity grace
saltrubbed eyes losing my soul-and-sight howl at false prophecies drenching the land drunk by the sand
holy God of grace and lies I never walked the path saltrubbed eyes from blasphemy and yet I'm still alive
oh Lord I barely see the sights of joy you show me but - your humble servant bides - his time I long once more to see the burning portal all covers up with pearls - so white