I held the stars on my hand

the nightsky in these robes

The world under this wand

in the garden of the misanthrope

I felt the fading starlight

the folding hope of a soul

in the screams of the dying universe



What was there

I could never see



The human is dead

inside the robes of the Hermit 



"Speak of my anguish

Sing of my despair



For nothing can ever 

heal this soul

Too deep the wounds 

from life to heal

Total isolation is the key

For your world never

meant nothing to me:"