I SEE AN ALMOST CLEAR ELIXIR 
AROMATIC AS IT VANISHES THROUGH MY BLOODSTREAM 
I FEEL THE COLD VOID WITHIN ME 
FOR THIS GREAT SORROW RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS 
SO FAR GONE THE CYCLE IS PERMANENT INFINITE CONSEQUENCE 
IN RUINS INDEBTED
TO FAILURE 
BROTHERHOOD THE BRAVE DARK CIRCLE 
THE HAND IN ALL WE ARE FORGED INTO THE EARTH 
A TOMB OUR BURIAL CHAMBER 
A MOUNTAIN AMONG THE MOUNTAINS 
IN OUR COSMIC ARRANGEMENT