Spurcitias

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