Here I lie, a product of Titian And Amethyst's birthing sleep I carry essence from both of these birth-gods Yet here I weep My place in purpose lies not in life I belong in death, to save souls As a Apotheosis of Solar Flares! A ritual Is born! Rubicon's suicidal, final pact! I take my own life! In the faith that my death will insure protection From the murderous, Sun-God! From the murderous, Sun-God! Take heed, Titian and Amethyst This Sun-God is a deceptive lie The true warmth Lies in after-life My place in purpose lies not in life I belong in death, to save souls As the Apotheosis of Solar Flares! The sweetest sound that I have heard Lies now, in death, as I hear the choir The next sound I shall make Will be the sound of Solar Flares