Tih Drassenex

(Instrumental, but accompanies this text)

The final path in life is laid
Not of earth or cobblestone
But the shadow of tower dark
The stain in a wanderer's perfect sunset
Ascend the tower, ye destined one from
many felled by thou iron
Each heart ye opened, stopped
Another stone in the skybound spiral

Here at the top of tower dark
phantoms of yore cry loudest
Fatigued by aeons of sorrow
The halls of thy memories draped black
But there is a door, a crack of light
The sand-like hue looks so familiar
open, and recieve the will of the allgod

In one terrible instant
The door I open regardless of all
by the sight beyond, I wish to close
Did I never see the strings rising from me
to the whim of a cruel hobbyist?
Oh measureless agony!
At the end I reach the beginning
To gain and have lost all wisdom that shall be
To learn a most damning lesson again
for the first time, again and again

Into a familiar desert I am pushed
Here there is only deathly heat, and
my realization fades like water;
blurs with the heat on yon horizon
For I have forgotten all things but one:
To the tower dark, I must come