Here in my temple. Here in my shrine. That you have forgotten. Here do you toil. That you might remember. Here you reclaim. What faithless minds have stolen. Far from yourselves I grow ever nearer. Your eyes once were blinded. Now through me do you see. Your hands once were idle. Now through them do I speak. And when the world shall listen. And when the world shall see. And when the world remembers. That world will cease to be. Guess