My eyes rise from this horizon, but it's dark and I see no stars

The slivered moon too soon will draw my gaze before I close my eyes

I cross my arms, free from harm, but I know that I am dying

And by walking the way of green Osiris and Horus' holy eye:

I have found a hidden path; I have heard a hidden song

By following St. John's head and by St. Francis' prayer:

I have heard a hidden song. I have found a hidden path

The boney hill is cold and still, but holy water falls from the cup

And new green moss grows on the cross and a budding sprig grows from its side