The sun is set. Do not forsake me:
Take the rope and bind me tight.
Cleanse my sins. You cannot break me.
Mirrors shatter in the night.
By blood alone am I redeemed,
And in the darkness, so it seemed,
The mocking voice fell quiet and still.
I shall stand lonely on the hill.
For now at last I see the dawn;
My wounds bleed and the watchers mourn.