Oh, and I comprehend: The grief is timeless! 
Skin clad creation, structured to conquer, 
Now with sight toward the quintessence of black, 
For strength is screaming, dreaming to unchain! 

Cosmos reflects like a pulsating corpse, 
Yet bound in disharmonic opponent's will! 

Death, oh, keeper of mightiness and words never told! 
Now I remember the abyss, and images of uncreation.
In those martyriums of unlight my soul will forever sail.
But can I carry this burden of knowledge which is just a razor deep?

Like the dualism of beginning it whisper the name of "I".
For I am the voyager, the wanderer who dares to know, 
The One who dream what they even fear to apprehend! 

And the visions of intelligence will be reborn
When withering triumph the embryo! 

For I am the voyager, the wanderer who dares to know, 
The One who dream what they even fear to apprehend! 
And I glorify Thou undefiled with shades of vanity.
In Thy hollow eyes echoes of prosperity loom.