Blinded may I be But more senses 'waken Of thou would call lies I deem all else forsaken Hated may I be But love shall then abound For what is my blood then Spilt upon the ground At last! My place is gained among the man forsaken At last! My kind shall find our way back to the wilderness O, thou hast the right! To anoint my head with vermillion Mark of the joyful slave For I have that right High atop the mountain, Where the World Prince was slain I see the lone God Holding the hexagram I am the black space between the stars I am the darkness that can be felt