He is watching
My wisdom
Charred large nails
On the burning cross
He is watching
My hatred
My hammer and fire
And His Son
His horrible eye
Bleak is His sight
A hole in the sky
I shalt break thy horizon
The power of suffering
The burden and dignity
Heart made of stone
Bringer of misfortune
His weakening trinity
Powers leaking through His hands
Submit to the free souls of man
Withering in His sins
The era of martyrs, time of the blinds
Death of the saints, bending of lights
Sun sets once and for all for God
And forever rises for the mortal man
-Isth