A thousand words are buried in my heart,
endless praise for the one behind my art,
the truest love I have ever known,
yet now I find myself alone,
shunned by the world for my loyalty to you,
I could tell what they were going to do,
even when they locked me up, I had no regrets,
my unwavering devotion, you must not forget,
when they pronounced that I would hang,
I listened patiently as the temple bells rang,
and as I waited, I watched the priests,
their rituals did not seem alien to me in the least
Their songs are like the ones I composed,
the ones I sang for you in the morning when you rose,
everything about you, I would applaud,
but they reserve such passionate lyrics for their god,
For him, they would shed blood, or starve, undergo mutilation,
they are slaves with the fiercest dedication,
the worst forms of torture, they are willing to go through,
but when I say I would do the same for love, it is wrong in their view
when they harm themelves for a god, they are seen as pious men,
but when I am willing to endure pain for you, it is madness to them
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