A lantern burns in blinding light He walks into the market square The morning sun is washed in white But madness grips the heavy air He cries aloud into the crowd "I seek the light that we have lost" The laughter rises, cold and proud They do not know the final cost "Is he hiding?" they shout in jest "Has he sailed to a distant shore?" The panic locks inside his chest As shadows crawl across the floor The sun is torn from the sky We drank the deepest ocean dry The dark consumes the holy thread The world is bleeding—God is dead We held the blade, we cast the pall We are the murderers of all Are we falling down or up Drinking from a poisoned cup Infinite nothing fills the space The cold of night blots out his face The breath of emptiness blows cold The ancient stars are growing old No up, no down, no guiding spark Just drifting deeper in the dark Can you feel the evening close Can you smell the fading rose The hour strikes, the seals are broken The final epitaph is spoken How shall we wash away the stain How shall we comfort all this pain The greatest deed that man has done We unchained the earth from its sun To bear the weight of what we killed To see the prophecy fulfilled Must we ourselves become as gods Against the universe and odds The dark consumes the holy thread God remains dead God remains dead We held the blade, we cast the pall We are the murderers of all He dropped his lantern on the ground It shattered in the quiet night They looked at him without a sound Before the fading of the light "I came too early," the madman said "The dawn of terror hasn't spread..."
