Here the wind tastes like your breath It has charred my tongue and lungs You're on another plane In another time Paling in your shadow I offer my bitter flesh I need a god to die for But a god needs no man A noose that leads to another world Fastened tightly around my neck My faith, my only way to you In the grip of your cold fingers Awoken by the shivering wounds Something straightens my broken neck I pierce the sky with my eyes No trace of your poison in sight Now truly left in total solitude In the mists of a desolate waste A slave breaks down in apathy But a god needs no one A child strangled by his navel cord Clawing his way through the womb This will be the day of his birth This will be the birth of a god