[bad word]  grieve with me
This dawn of deliverance
Atone in the silence
Of this last eventide

In great sadness I bring down my hand
To end all that which to me brought grief

I gave you to this world – drenched in birth blood
Must I now curse the day you were born?

Hallowed my name that you have long scorned
You primeval husks of impurity

Son, give back what’s rightfully mine
And take no claim since your sin does shine bright
Your life has been mine to take for all time
So give back what’s rightfully mine
“Father how can you proclaim
Death unto him, the very same
That granted you name, the power
The living flame?”