God Alone - Altar of Plagues

Who was born here and danced with infancy?

The stones let me go, (but) to make a difference their names are kept

Expecting half with nothing to find

Like a lighthouse, a wild nothing moved to an empty place

Tended embers of life fires, envelop, something wide and moral

It takes and leaves, flicker, heavy, growing, leeched

The son will rise

The son has died