Lirieke: Villagers. Grateful Song.

The lights my sweet conviction
Your time has finally come
Though your home is no place to speak of
It gave you the courage to run

I am grateful for your company
And I am grateful to belong
And I am thankful for the misery
From which I stole this grateful song

Partly written out of habit
Partly written out of me
With a blind and bold ambition
For it is so this grateful scene

May I call on you if I fucked her?
If I seek to be something that I'm not
If I forego a love for my brothers and my sisters
With a pledge of allegiance to god

A god of pain
A god of tragedy
A god of hatred and deceit
A god of haveless(?), helpless agony

A god I know I'll never meet