Here in my shrine
That you have forgotten
Here do you toil
That you might remember
Here you reclaim
What faithless minds have stolen
Far from yourself
I grow nearer to you.
Your eyes once were blinded
Now through me do you see
Your hands once were idle
Now through them do I speak
And when the world shall listen
And when the world shall see
And when the world remembers
That world will cease to be.