| To have gathered out of the substance of the void | |
| Death, thou art the pure source and negation of all knowledge | |
| Clothed in devoted words unspeakable by living tongues | |
| Die and become! | |
| Die and become, to drink from the Sun | |
| Formless presences return to burn alone | |
| Die and become, to nourish the worms | |
| Die now to return to the tree of life | |
| I walk the path of the dead | |
| Following the scent of an age-long trail of blood | |
| Hidden within a tortured recension of signs, oh close-lipped signs | |
| From an unknown wound, spake the dead of violence near | |
| On a course with no trusted guide, no hope, nor fear, | |
| Nor pride... Nor life... | |
| No glimmer of victory, cold darkness, burning misery | |
| Eyeless I walked this path... | |
| Leaving attributions in dust, to speak in signs | |
| Gaining a tongue known only to those who have died | |
| Dreaming the dream of a thousand dead | |
| All seen by a thousand drops of blood | |
| To have slept, to have seen... seen... | |
| To have become, and begone.... gone... |
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