Exhaustion burns madly beneath my temple, at your ever-cunning sacrifice
Of an artificial religion, set the final scene and throw dead blackbirds and rice
To appease the ancient gods thundering malicious incantations inside my skull
Kneeling before your hide, my coldest blood at the altar; do not be appalled
I shall pray in our devotion, mute out the shrieks of steel against ivory bone
And carve out your grecian name in monuments, of a wanderer set in stone
To dispel the seas and calm their fury, to capture lost angels within my grasp
Crush their wings as I assemble your own, and let the underworld be my only judge.