Kept warm by the light of the lantern
 Lost sight of everything tonight
 My presence blackens their pattern
 pock in the healthy and calm

 Their scorn behind your back
 My promise would put them down
 No trace of reverence left
 Immemorial fire in their eyes

 I would perish at the given signal
 At the slightest touch from my soul
 Tainted prophet in flesh
 For all the plagued and lost

 Dripping sin
 Decision in stalemate
 Dare to feel death at hand
 Surprised me with its voice
 Through the forest came the morn

 Across the leafy pathway
 Their deeds smeared in blood
 For all to behold
 The council of the cross
 Must have sensed [bad word]  The pest through the air
 With despise for squalor
 Lashing out at the poor

 I turned away my eyes
 In pallor escape from the end
 Fading time to leave from here
 And less to fulfill my task
 She would be safe and firm
 Nothing of this is in vain
 Taken away from stifling grace
 And saved from the past