What I thought was blood on my mind
Was the memory of hidden girl’s life
Humanity burning inside distant diaries
Until their horror became our strife

What I thought was water to cleanse
Was from a spear ****** into his side
While he cried again for our peril
From madness we could not hide

What I thought was a horn blast of angels
Was the sound of a thousand rising suns
While the last witness was asked to forget
The death of a thousand mother’s sons

What I thought was a prayer for peace
Was the sound of hell being born again
And when the fire liberates itself from grace
We are reminded that flesh is made from sin