Afoot this worldly prison
Infected by our forebears
In your names
We offer penance
As we light this pyre
We pray
To these gods of old
Hear our voices,
Beneath these mangled spires
As we cant our heads
To this miasma above
Pray that your heavens
May be seen once more
That which we breathe
May be cleansed
Of this divine pestilence
And that our punishment
Shall be ended
Seek forgiveness
For our sins
We know not
Why they have wrought
This corruption
Upon your sphere