My golden crown adorned with blood,
And scattered through the taunting crowds,
My raised-up hand and broken rod
Left in the mouths of those to come,
All those I give and take freely;
I want for you to see me raw,
For without which my path eerily
Bleeds – and without the hope of new thought.
No palace have I, unless my heart
Be taken, used and re-proclaimed:
From here, my end, I give your start,
To live in eternal bliss once again.
Our existence is as pitiful as shortness
Of the astrals. Our lives are twisted,
Bent brittle by that devil’s rawness –
I am the difference provided;
Take my hand barren of rings,
Renounce your riches for riches more,
Remove your bitter and boastful things
So that you might look with eyes anew
Upon my golden crown of stars,
A halo radiating light
To prove my work led unto ours:
It is for you that I ever fight.
For my heart is filled with softer love,
Essentially given in death’s duty,
The crucifix beckons above:
Dominus lux aeternum spem tibi luceatis.