I saw my body carry your inscription, the sign of 
thousands to come
A trail of 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 serenity 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
This fleshbound circle, resolved. Eternal spirit, 
redeemed
A steaming breath of the one without no name
...who keeps the keys to the gates of death
Laid to rest underneath oaken aeons. Prophetic ornaments 
conclude my journey's end
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 of life to deny