Memalon

Memalon
Who is the old man,
who fills my heart with greatest pain yet his name remains unheard?
I look at you and true tears shake my eternal Saturnworld.
Who is the old man,
whose picture burned itself down to the bottom of my soul.
You push me back and raise me up,
the criteria for both I long to know.
Who are you I worship?
What is the name of the one I saw?
Tell me how to reach you, to you I'd bow my head in awe.

You speak to me,
but what is it I hear?
We have never really touched...
such is the design of my greatest fear.