There isn’t much health,
in these bones of mine.
There isn’t much shelter,
within my confines.
There isn’t much time,
that I am allowed–

So I beseech thee.

True king, you are one,
amidst stars aplenty,
and lies, none.

Show me the error in my ways,
and the contents of my prayers.
Bathe me in water–
holy water,
drown me in it,
take me now.

I mean no disrespect,
when I kill for you, my King,
know that it is holy,
know that it will bring,
honour for your people,
wherever they may be,
and feel their love for you,
when they lay a kiss upon your ring.

When I kill in your name,
I know that I am blessed,
when my blade strikes for you,
I know that you are winning,
on this plagued sphere, here,
where you laid to die for all their sinning–
here, your word is King.

And thus,
I will do your bidding,
I will do what you have told,
even if it may bring,
me only agonising cold.
For before you, I was nothing,
without you I am lost.
Now, there is no more time–

So I beseech thee.