Song for the Knife

A call from the empty chambers From the small and the weak Reach into the deep, siblings Reach into the deep, cousins Taken from among the many stars by the King Shaped anew and set adrift We were nothing We are nothing We will be nothing Raise your soundless voices Raise your arms in prayer signs Feel the curdling in the deepest dark A new shape for the god Multiply your nullity Expand the nothing of your heart Every night anew, every evening again Let vacancy call a new tenant Our plea begs an answer Our abjection creates mastery Our vessel without a pilot Demands a shipmaster's hand We were nothing We are nothing We will be nothing Repetition is our guide Make habit of prayer Perform ritual, siblings Speak liturgy, cousins And feel the pull of the King's throne As star forms from dust A new voice rises from the sea of screams It answers our belief It rises to our song Our shipwreck gone adrift Will be guided to shore We were nothing! Command us! We are nothing! Command us! We will be nothing! Command us! O new silent voice in the dark Be our will, our guide, our king Command us!