Oh Glorious Father.

Will you shine your light upon me?
To cleanse my corrupted spirit once,
And the blood I've spilled.
Dagger in my hand, I pray to you.
As a stained angelic figure,
I must feel you.

Oh Glorious Father,
I hold this cross in my red stained hands.
I've murdered,
But the love that I carry for you,
Will forever remain strong.
I must hear you.

Oh Glorious Father,
Don't I know Christ?
I bow my head and shut my restless eyes.
So that the horror I've commited is unseen.
What have I done for a joyful feeling like this one?
I must see you.

Oh Glorious Father,
Show me that you know who I am.
And if Heaven will accept this...