I saw my body carry your inscription, the sign of thousands to come
A trail to charring fire. Fevers boil my blood
My eyes looked back upon me, pale dim lights down the depths
Echoes through my wastelands of slowly fading perception
A dark severity descends. My urging soul, soon released
Process of purity, achieved. Now I am rid of the flesh
Memories of my pagan past; a plunge into the unknown
Like distorting splinters of life in deaths embrace.
This fleshbound circle, resolved. Eternal spirit, redeemed
A streaming breath of the one without no name
...who keeps the keys to the gates of death
Land to rest underneath oaken aeons. Prophetic ornaments conclude my journeys and
Lifetimes passing by as autumn leaves to the ground
A silhouette emerges in the mist. The messenger of my deliverance
His mouth -- a thousand obsequies to devour
His eyes -- a million sparks to life to deny