O woods, O fountains, hillocks, dales and bowers,
With other echo late I taught your shades
To answer, and resound far other song.

What words are these
From the brink we wretch ourselves [bad word] 
Back forth back to an end
Which leaves us where
For what power, that which steals the
Sun’s better on a night when all
I want is a glance
To sit lay back fall into cold ice sheets
Expose myself
To frost giants and men bearded
And wandering, blowing south
"You are gods and I envy you only
Not men and their devotion and faith
These are naught to me
How real spiritus sanctus when
I am lying lukewarm december"

Above me all I could want of
Save that glorious chariot chase, the son to
Fenrir and selene’s love
Light that makes minions of us all
Makes some to kill and gorge, others
To love and to love and gorge

For me it is clean and
The air is pure and thusly i am
More whole though lonesome
Seeking this new moon which
Should be just ahead just higher just hither
Behind that green--
No no just men tall garment brandishing swords
Taking the north
Taking the north by force

I don my cap and [bad word] on happily
Though still wanting of

Mountains and [bad word]  come, and fall on me,
I need no shelter from that heavy wrath.
No, no!
If I [bad word] into the earth:
Earth gape, O yes, it will harbour me.
Veni, veni, venias.

This war
Was waged
With promises
That we made.
And hearts
That we
Never saved.

See the intention in your heart.
Are you content to wait this out?
See the intention in your heart
Are you content to wait; wait this out?

This war. We wage. This war. We wage. We rage. We kill. Destroy. We kill and then we rebuild.
This war. We wage. This war. We wage. We rage. We kill. Destroy. We kill and then we rebuild.
This war. We wage. This war. We wage. We rage. We kill. Destroy. We kill and then we rebuild.

Rebuild.

This is like god to me.
I’ve forgotten all the words
To the prayers, to the pleas,
Now you’ve got me on my knees.
And I’m screaming [bad word] [bad word] at the top of my lungs,
Oh sweet something, please tell me who I am.
Tell me who I am or what I’ve [bad word] 
I’ve lost my identity, I’ve lost my identity.
I shape-shift for every new face in my life.
No continuity. No pattern emerges.
I tear apart and then it sinks in.
Not only doubts and fears…
The full loss of innocence.
And if god is love, then god is dead.
Then who scattered his ash in the wind.
It blows back in our faces,
We just get a taste - just one [bad word] taste.
Two fingers on the pulse of our sculpture…
We burned him alive before he even awoke!
We made god in our image of want.
Of baseless human want!

And we bask in this numbing apathy
And we die. And we die.