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