To the wooden walls of your sanctuary.

Darkest night,
Coldest blight,
Carry demons
On the whispering wind.

Truest dawn,
Loving hues,
Bring the reprieve
Of the lifting veil.

Golden rays,
Deceiving days,
Carry cancerous poison
In their fruit.

Dreary dusk,
Lonely hues,
Take from my soul
And smear on the sky
The blood I sacrifice.