Thus I ask thee why am I here Within existence there’s nothing I adhere Therefore I ask thee why I was born Within this world there’s nothing I adorn Within life all I seek – is death’s odorous reek Though thine is the mystery of time The keys to undrape the fiery veil are mine Let my spirit drown in the arms of blackest umbrage In rhythmic sonority fade away, receding memory The place thither an arduous path Beacons into perpetual night With distant chimes in pulsating eviternity Thus I beseech thee to blind me with limitless light Amidst this world there’s nothing I behold Therefore I beseech thee To combust this shell in utter blight Within life there is nothing to uphold Within death all I seek – is life’s pestilential reek Though thine are the mysteries twofold Mine are the hands to willingly smite and mold Let my spirit rise from the depths to enrage To smite and mold, to ignite And fire life’s perpetual forge Upwards from where an arduous path Beaconed towards the golden age In most sonorous times The oblivion of being disgorge