Your ceaseless desire to dwell at the tops of the spires


Leads you to the highest peaks of the funeral pyre

White flames coax you nearer to Pandora?s Box

As you attempt to draw water from solid rock


A bastion of pins and needles

A soul bleeding ice


Your eyes leak logic while you disregard thought

What happened to the ideals that your parents should have taught?


Spin red web

Catch thy prey

Drain all life

Predetermined fate

Always will you dwell within the brittle shell of a man ? 

Arx Insigniter Fimus