Grieving the Gestalt

My god still lives
He has made his house elsewhere
Away from his light
We weep upon the frozen ground
Below the earth we seek
That a new hearth may be found

You above, I curse your name!
May my hatred be heat to light my kindling
Huddled in nameless caverns
We worship the burning guise of day
Lost now is our tongue
Nor need for eyes
Our existence, a mockery

Forgotten, the name of the bеtrayer
The smell of air, thе shape of the sun
Grieving the gestalt

I claw a path, ascending to greet my master
Emerging, I rejoin his creation
The bliss of his light sears my skin
Rays of gold piecing flesh
Dissolving in the wind, I am unmade