From this hollowed hole of hell,
My lust for life is often lost;
A world without wonder -
The land of devils, the land of frost;
This for some a sinner's sight,
The veil of darkness, a place of light.
Here I'm tempted, torn, and turned
Up and down,
Round and round to circle;
To see my fall to see my death,
And in that death to see myself;
But from that shadow what to see,
Without you helping, holding, guiding me?