In his eyes, in his sight
In his illuminating power
In darkness as in light
In man's proudest tower
In love as in blinding hate
In warmth and in comfort
In every birth and ending fate
In prayers for the Lord to come forth
On staggered path and knifesharp stone
On ashes of scorched earth and bone
On a trancendental flaggelation high
On asretic wings and soon to die
On salvation ground and close to the holy ghost
On wooden cross and close to the holy ghost
On a puplit and words of condemnation
On harvest soil and in humble immolation
In filth, on filth
