ec2-54-163-218-81.compute-1.amazonaws.com | ToothyWiki | BardicTranslationRoughs | RecentChanges | Login | Webcomic My Lord! How hopeless all attempts To approach you through my muteness. Of my many rights, only the right to make mistakes Have I fully exercised.
As a moth that falls, singed, Away from the flame into the congealing darkness - Thus I once ran, blinded, From following your word.
The world grew dim, the spirit trapped The abyss opened before me But I believed that you would stand, immovable, Behind even those fallen to the abyss
Yet when the guard's hammer struck the door, Closing the retreat to the light of being, I turned around, feeling chill in my heart, And there, my Lord, you were not.
Thus the second death overtakes the first And renders causes meaningless. Since then I hear but do not understand, Since then I live without living.
Only memory, that fragile tower, Keeps secure the unearthly hope. I wait - the Redeemer will break the bonds From the cross he will come to me.