What dry terrain has been travelled
To fix my eyes on the falling water
To blink only when winds sear my eyes
Only when tears drop and wander
I desired a final solution
Danced around my own proclivity
If the wind took the gods, their statues, their men

Then, without force, it too will reap me
Throw me in with the dry idols
Traversed the cold, traversed the bright
Obsessed over the luminary who denies his light
Passed through the gates, passed through in chains
For freedom-death, the darkness of a starless night
Traversed the cold, traversed the bright

Passed through the gates, passed through in chains
Across the sun, across volcanic ash
Remains of the earth, ruins of the past
The dry idols call my name
Arid beneath the deluge
I join them, but not to honor them
To be where I belong
Dead amongst the dead gods
In defiance of the living ones