We bow, and twine our hands to worship that
Which perches in the steeple high above
And pour our sins into a troubled vat
That turns all violent thoughts to vicious love
Unfurling wings that scarcely make a sound
Abyss bound savior filled with heaven’s grace
Our mortal visions cease, it hits the ground
And murmured voices fade without a trace
Our innocence betrayed we dare to claim
That humans still deserve the gods that shine
Charred remnants of our avarice the same
As shadows used by that we thought divine
We bow repentant at its feet and pray
The angel spills our holy blood today