Better left by fates angelic crusades Accompany lashings with tears The glory of gods and their jealousy To raise the whip in divine interest Answer inservitude water raising hair Lavabeds crushed in mercurial bone Grey blood of ancient dressing Stains the skin of the Elder ripe ripping feelers in christening Blaspheme to lay emotional waste And numb the fireborn in forgiveness No god forgives honour in conquer Requires the deluded Wished beyond this anthem To blaze a chapter nested deep Patience within bleaker dimensions