Parallax - Benediction Lyrics
Brought forth into this filthy worldDespised by the ignorant and damnedThe poet, spawned in blasphemyInto a nest of scorn and sin"Into the flames cannot toss him back at you,shall I spew the hate you load on me"Not understanding the eternal designsShe reserved the pyre for a mother's crimes.Protected by angels unseenThe outcast child is enrapt by the sunDances with the wind, converses with the clouds,And singing, transported, goes the way of the crossAll those whom he would love look upon him with fearAll those whom he would love test on him their inhumanity.Skyward, to a Throne blaze splendid,The pious Poet lifts his arms on high:"Blessed be You, Oh God, who give us pain,As cure for our impurity and wrongSpace and time, beyond the temporal grave,Weave me a mystic crown, free from all earthly flaw."