Rain upon the Impure

You who first cast the stone

Are you adorned with wings?

How could you silently suffer

The sight of your dreams' wreckage?

Creature...

Your harvest is poor

Your soul bleeds

Your eyes won't ever see

When the bread is broken

Wounds are nailed into your palms

You who first cast the stone

Where is the splendour

That once you wore so proudly?

Creature...

Your limbs are weak

Your path is short

Your breath is putrid

When the wine is offered

Disgust is drying up your throat

You who are without sin

Who was to block the left hand path

When it became the last resort?

Actress...

Your speech is mute

Your tunes are sad

Your voice will die down awfully

The day heaven laments your failure

With noise of rain (lashing down) upon the impure.