I am the darkness, my soul is the light,
I am the knife,crossing down to the right.
My soul is filled with ink-stains,
Not looking at me they play their games.
The light is my death. The power is my love.
The shout is my birth. The still is my life.
I wish you were my friend and priest,
You wish I were your bow of gist.
I want you to embrace me for ever,
To save my heart and destiny with prayer.