For the glory of faulty realms,
Our failing spirits fall first,
Ablaze�Into his shining world�
Send your fallen messenger to me,
�And all whose knees have not bowed down to him,
�And all whose mouths have not kissed him,
Embrace us with devastation.
�. Because your heart lifted up and you have said I am a god,
I sit in the seat of a god in the midst of the seas,
Yet you are a created being and not the almighty�
And he is impious in his arrogance which is in him�
For the misery in my decanted blood,
Far from forgiveness,
Erased from existence,
I shall bleed the grounds!
Of my own will,
Of my own accord�
�The remnants of flesh
my cure.
�Yet cursed is the one who trusts in man
And depends on flesh for his strength,
And whose heart turns from the Lord�
Impetuous in his arrogance which is in him�
�. Because your heart lifted up and you have said I am a god,
I sit in the seat of a god in the midst of the seas,
Yet you are a created being and not the almighty�
And he is impious in his arrogance which is in him�
Alone are we in this prosperity,
Past these last dark steps,
