Thus I ask thee why am I here
Within existence there’s nothing I adhere
Therefore I ask thee why I was born
Within this world there’s nothing I adorn
Within life all I seek – is death’s odorous reek

Though thine is the mystery of time
The keys to undrape the fiery veil are mine
Let my spirit drown in the arms of blackest umbrage
In rhythmic sonority fade away, receding memory
The place thither an arduous path
Beacons into perpetual night
With distant chimes in pulsating eviternity

Thus I beseech thee to blind me with limitless light
Amidst this world there’s nothing I behold
Therefore I beseech thee
To combust this shell in utter blight
Within life there is nothing to uphold
Within death all I seek – is life’s pestilential reek

Though thine are the mysteries twofold
Mine are the hands to willingly smite and mold

Let my spirit rise from the depths to enrage
To smite and mold, to ignite
And fire life’s perpetual forge
Upwards from where an arduous path
Beaconed towards the golden age
In most sonorous times
The oblivion of being disgorge