feel guilt too deeply and sin too sharp fault inscribed upon his heart not a word in counter of moral pagan silence rise to writhe a'mourning a nothingness so violent turn the day and dread the night enact the sacrificial rite but have you heard or perhaps read our sacred sacrificed "god is dead?" leapt not to sky for endless search but into man to heavy earth what sort of beast with heart of God can know forever and earth still trod?