I walked the stations of your martyr's way
to the dark cross where you lay bound.
And every kiss of happier times
burned on your body like a wound.
I gave you poison from my heart,
I fed you strength that was my gall.
My soul cries out at its great work
At you, changed utterly. I fall
Down to my knees to worship you
And whip myself with loss.
You virgin with your whorish eyes,
I bound you to this cross.