Thanatos Wins Again - Wolves Like Us

To thy unspotted Shrine I bow,

Attend thy modest Suppliants vow.

Oh that Breaths no wild desires

Taught by thy unerring Rules

Heaven sent our end

The Dirt you tread will

surely open.

Gone to Dust and to Earth what words you trust will matterless

Thy Better Gifts will

I’m part each Moral Beauty of the Heart thy stubious thought Refined

An Empire over my mind

Show the wish of Fools a spire to Nobler views.