Here below, the blank white star
Harness yourself for the fatal scar
Gehenna...
high places of Topheth
Untouched is the shrine.
Where beauty never lurks,
There was a place next to the fire.
All the offer was the heat,
For nothing I did for your bright.
Malady…
this sickness is a curse
I bear the sun
For the dead of night
All the places you call home,
All the bodies you admire.
Will be swallowed by the night,
By nameless blank white stars
Remember the Sabbath day
To keep it holy
For the lies of our fathers
To have its glory