Within my spirit, summit and abyss, to darkness I have submerged, coming here,
to walk with the oldest wraiths, the spiral narrows on this tideless shores, warmed my unequaled showers of icy haze....
A supernal ecstasty, a substantial wilderness, to let my dreams be licked by dolorous euphoria,
Because now is too late, to return to the womb chamber, peaceful dark that once I adorned, mutating alter of
blazing reconstruction, and then creating my tomb, from this fiery rebirth and constructing my dream
at this igneous rebirth, as my senses are exploding like the last of the sunsets
death is a desire, life is just a brief passage... withing my spirit, summit and abyss,
The spiral narrows on these tideless shores...