Worship, worship, O the candleman!
Let the sparkling candle give you ample light
To fight out the canopy of veiled darkness
Darkness has overcome you with white shroud
Who will discover the rhythm of your befuddled existence,
Who will light the pyre of your blindness?
You are your own maker, you are your own destroyer
Life is calling you to take charge of the mantle
War has devastated everything around you
You clean up the ghosts of ruins
Why will you be left behind in the battle of rights?
What are you worshipping for?
Who are you worshipping to?
Not all quiet on the battle-front
Can you not hold aloft your candle
To show the way to others at this time of overkill?
Win this last battle, win all over
Let your worshipping be for all
Let your prayers be heard by every mortal soul
It is time for go on hunting
Do not let your candle be extinguished.
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