First Prayer (Dethroned & Uncrowned) Katatonia

In the prayer, can't seem to find the right words
But we stretch our dead arms for salvation
The foundation and the chemical need
Discordance put a veil over my creed

So sweet my fever now
Embraced by its tainted wings
Cup my hands and taste the spite
Immune to the truths you told

In the wake, reverence in my every move
The wretched stars aligned for dead wisdom
The apparition, rise with my every breath
Grasping for the one who liе beneath

You leavе now
Leave my void of prayers
Take these words to go with you
Take the splinters, see them fall

Idle stare, who will come forth from the dry wind
And find my blood and clothes and rust?
Cleaned the past like water through stone
Earth did cast a shade over my sleep

So sweet my fever now
Embraced by its tainted wings
Cup my hands and taste the spite
Immune to the truths you told