Envy
Hunger
Thirst
O, weakness
Pain
Sickness and sorrow
In this land, the kingdom of heaven
I am the angel - the ancient descender
My righteous fingers touch your filth
My glory hands touch your hate
Leave me here, in dirt, dust, and ash
Leave me with the holy worm
My flesh rots - to sanctify
Now I pale as my tongue turns to sh**
My sacrament is scum for the age
No resurrection for your saviour
My body: a miracle of ash
Veins of white copper
Blood: mercury
Bones forged of silver
Eyes like locusts
Hands of glory, my hands of glory
No beauty
No love
No wisdom
No joy