You're wearing your scars as monuments
As statues with living eyes
Your armies stand ready
To bear and spread distress
Hear ye, hear ye,
All their feeble voices have come for you now
Throw your children off the shoulders of giants
Take their silence as my vow
Speak strange to your unwanted children
Whose prayers are short and worship is poor
We shall cover our ears
Against the noise of your veins
See me kneel down in your cathedral
See, my hands are drenched in blood
I see your silent shadow
But can never imagine your wrath
See me kneel down in your cathedral
See, my hands are drenched in blood
I know it's too late to forgive
But my flame be loud and bright!
Let me kiss these hands that shall behead me
O Mother
