On the marble cliffs, above the waves   Beneath the rising inferno of history   Exiled in the quickening twilight of salvation   Awake to the light of a colder consciousness   The decay and renewal of the blood of promise   A faith without meaning?   A discipline without justification?   Devoid of the fear of nothingness   Being born of nothingness   The great immaculate, inhuman pulse   Behind the teeming carcass of false life   On the marble cliffs, above the waves   Beneath the devouring inferno of history   Exiled in the threatening twilight of salvation   A hero turned traitor, a traitor turned hero   The assassin turned saint   Our patron saint of murder   Were these the last disciples of the lords of victory   Bound and gagged on the whirling horns of destiny   Gathering like ghosts at the broken altars of life   To prey where vermin have carried the plague?   Treachery and honour   Like the double blade of life itself   Passing with the sun from the shadows of the world   To fall to earth like so many shattered stars   The burnt our and petrified tears of eternity   On the marble cliffs, above the waves   Beneath the dying inferno of history   Exiled in the fleeting twilight of salvation   Hailing the light of the colder consciousness   The renewal and the decay of the blood of promise