Could you be the god's lonesome traveler? 
Or just a spark of light in worlds eyes
When you pass the cities that don't want you
You always pray (for the sake of their lives)

She was pure and infinite in her doubts
with pale hands around your head
she was fair and beautiful memory
in the mists of graves (and the dead)

If you walk, she’ll walk with you
and if you lie, she’ll be gone
if you betray, she’ll be crying
her heart was given (never won)

The death has hands upon your sinful face
The death knows where you came from
The death tolls the time of rest
for you lonesome traveler (and your roam)

She’ll hunt you down to amber grave
with flowers never to be born
She’ll kiss your lips with lips of night
and take your heart (with hands cold as a stone)

Be gone now for no god is ever to be greeted here
in the land of misery and people with hard beds
Be gone now for there is no preaching for us
for no God ever ruled this land (only death)