Forty Days

The frozen desert presents me with lure Pleasure, power and wealth The gifts I don't accept, the adore I don't request Your words are made of stains... deceiving A black heart spilling blood towards my face I'm far from being misguided by this venom You offer lies... Treasures and kingdoms Increase the doubt of the weak My league is against you My axe is made of divine virtue My heart is made of divine virtue On these forty days I embrace the rituals of the soul Find the wandering spirits waiting lost Listen to promises in the peak of a mountain Every day I praise the pact I made Uncorrupted heart, the Demiurge's Eye "Man shall not live by bread alone But by every word that comes from the mouth of God He will command his angels concerning you On their hands they will bear you up Lest you strike your foot against a stone The land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali The way of the sea Beyond the Jordan, Galilee of the Gentiles The people dwelling in darkness have seen a great light And for those dwelling in the region and shadow of death On them a light has dawned"