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.