watching from a distance | |
the strangeness of their fate | |
their deaths put my life to shame | |
but we? do we feel ashamed? | |
are we ugly with grief? | |
honour me | |
savagely | |
a dead youth | |
a sacred fever | |
a chest still swollen with hope | |
feed these lands with dead men | |
we serve their cult in secret | |
our hearts are heavy | |
our sense of sin | |
from a distant impossible past | |
we sing the love of danger | |
of unconditional loyalty | |
of blind devotion? | |
this is not a time for silence |