a tribute to the distant who submitted themselves to the void now entomb our mind's eyes in coffins of clarity wherein we, in our ignorance although we see it not, but at times like these, are as them, captives in the void energy harboured by the woods surrounding us and our faith in evil's purity transform our clarity into a curse all we see, our bodies, escape the strains of earthly life all we are, mental shapes, dreams within a dream all we carry with us to remind us of the life we led - are the names we bore a surge of power rises up, embraces us, and casts us down to earth again and the vision is no more