Kept warm by the light of the lantern
  Lost sight of everything tonight
  My presence blackens their pattern
  A pock in the healthy and calm
  
  Their scorn behind your back
  My promise would put them down
  No trace of reverance left
  Immemorial fire in their eyes
  
  I would persih at the given signal
  At the slightest touch from my soul
  Tainted prophet in flesh
  For all the plagued and lost
  
  Dripping sin
  Decision in stalemate
  Dare to feel death at hand
  Surprised me with its voice
  Through the forest came the morn
  
  Across the leafy pathway
  Their deeds smeared in blood
  For all to behold
  The council of the cross
  Must have sensed my coming
  The pest through the air
  With despise for squalor
  Lashing out at the poor
  
  I turned away my eyes
  In pallor escape from the end
  Fading time to leave from here
  And less to fulfill my task
  She would be safe and firm
  Nothing of this is in vain
  Taken away from stifling grace
  And saved from the past