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