Red Slayer think he slays 

Or the Slain think he's slain

They know well the subtle ways

I keep and pass......



Strong Gods pine for me 

Pine in vain the sacred Seven

But thou, lover of good

Find me and turn thy back...



Shadow and sun are the same

The vanished gods to me appear

One to me are shame and fame

Far or forgot to me......



Blind man, I can stare

Ashamed. Does he know it?

Strange joy to gaze my fill

My thirst is greater than before...



They reckon ill who leave me out

When me they fly, I am the wings

I am the Doubter and the Doubt,

The hymn of the Omen sign.