watching from a distance the strangeness of their fate their d**hs put my life to shame but we? do we feel ashamed? are we ugly with grief? honour me savagely a dead youth a sacred fever a chest still swollen with hope feed these lands with dead men
we serve their cult in secret our hearts are heavy our sense of sin from a distant impossible past we sing the love of danger of unconditional loyalty of blind devotion? this is not a time for silence