"In my dreams, I heard your footsteps approaching.
In my dreams I tried to talk to you and tell you my name.
Keeper of the Miracle and the banner of the Miracle, I bear the symbol of the Father with unbearable pain.
I am hands with bloody skin, I am the eyes with which our Mother is watching.
But I know nothing about you, except your cold and nameless face.
Except for your calloused, wounded hands.
Except for the groans of your deaths.
No, I know nothing about you, only Miracle knows.
So will your sword, full of guilt, be crossed with my golden sword.
Let them bear the pain and fill the procession.
I curse your name forever and ever.
In death I bless you forever and ever. "