My god still lives

He has made his house elsewhere

Away from his light

We weep upon the frozen ground

Below the earth we seek

That a new hearth may be found

You above, I curse your name!

May my hatred be heat to light my kindling

Huddled in nameless caverns

We worship the burning guise of day

Lost now is our tongue

Nor need for eyes

Our existence, a mockery

Forgotten, the name of the bеtrayer

The smell of air, thе shape of the sun

Grieving the gestalt

I claw a path, ascending to greet my master

Emerging, I rejoin his creation

The bliss of his light sears my skin

Rays of gold piecing flesh

Dissolving in the wind, I am unmade