I know humankind well, I am the torchbearer on the narrow path to certainty.
The fire of faith illuminates the stony streets of man:
conflict in penitential robes, over the city on the Golden Horn, to the center of the casualties in the tent of Solomon.
Some have been lead astray, full of infernal temptation, against which there are no prayers.
In the last light of day, upon the grave of the Lord, all know for what they have been fighting.
Throw yourself once more into the dust and plead:
Have mercy!