The distant mountain
Drowned in indigo
The corn blazing gold

Those remembered melodies
Those ravishing harmonies
Bitter is their sweetness to me

Wealth availeth not
Accomplishment availeth not
Heroic devotion availeth not

My right hand has lost its cunning
My tongue has cloven to the roof of my mouth
I am the cause of mine own misfortune

The furtive thief
The perpetrator of force and fraud
The hell of his own devising

Who prayed that the innocent might suffer
Who took delight in pain
Who worshiped at the altar of deceit

No gleaming tower of iniquity
The house of crooked judgments
Sinning and sinned against

I have forgiven thee beloved
Instruct me if thou knowest
To forgive myself