From where have you come
Bearing the dust of earthly lamentation
From wandering to and fro in the tears
Of a thousand forgotten generations?

Sentenced to walk amongst us
Hunted for your graces rare
But those who’d taste your blessing
Must in all your suffering share

Are dynasties sooner snuffed out
Are chords of iron sooner frayed
Than smoldering candles, thorny stems
Laid where hearts of flesh decay

One day would you weep for me
As I have mourned your exile here?

Oh, Athanasia, formless, fair
Your deathlessness a curse
Your aeons soaked in sorrow
In misery immersed

For all whom you have cherished
Each one that you held dear
Has perished – carried downward
By the flood of passing years

In inquisition immolate
Your mettle ever tried
And through the ashen shroud of age
Your faith is glorified
Come ghost of all immortal love
Your heart the slaughter’s lamb
Bring beauty to the dying
Bear mercy for the dammed

As I have mourned your exile here
So would you weep for me
Ghost of all immortal love?

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