all dark yet bright
this once holy place
stripped of its sacred light
souls of the scorched haunt thee
but for what crime, i plea
it is not i who can set you free
i long for the past in this haven
the opera and praise
our celebration to your resurrection
is this my punishment from thou who art divine?
if be it so,
i forbid you from this ardor, for it is mine
my faith was weak
devotion to you, none but bleak
but for them it reached the peak
my weak mortal gleam will be
the one to strike you
the axe that will level yourself to me