watching from a distance    the strangeness of their fate    their deaths put my life to shame    but we? do we feel ashamed?    are we ugly with grief?       honour me    savagely    a dead youth    a sacred fever    a chest still swollen with hope    feed these lands with dead men    we serve their cult in secret    our hearts are heavy    our sense of sin    from a distant impossible past    we sing the love of danger    of unconditional loyalty    of blind devotion?       this is not a time for silence