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IN THE LUGUBRIOUS WINTER PATHWAYS,

ON THE FADING LIGHT,

WHERE THE MOUNTAINS ARE ENDLESS

AND ITS PEAKS UNREACHABLE,

THE ALTARS IN WHICH TIME IS SACRIFICED

LIE HIDDEN IN MURK.

THE LIGHT IS FADING...

COLD REIGNS OVER LIFE WITH TYRANNY

AND SILENCE IS ONLY DISTURBED

BY THE WIND.

THE EARTH WHISPERS BACK

FROM THE GRANITE SURFACE.

THE EARTH'S ENTRAILS

EMANATES THE MORBID MAGNETISM

OF SOLITUDE,

WORSHIPED BY ALL FORMS OF LIFE.

THE LIGHT IS FADING

AND DURING TWILIGHT,

DEATH AWAKES AND SETS ITS TRAPS...

DEATH AWAKES AND SETS ITS TRAPS...

I WANDER AMIDST THE RUINS

OF THESE LONG FORGOTTEN

SANCTUARIES,

WHERE THE NIGHT'S SILENCE

ENDURE FOR CENTURIES...

I CRAWL OVER THE FLOOR

ALONG WITH SPECTERS,

AND IN REVERENCE TO DEATH,

I GIVE MYSELF TO THE NIGHT...

THE PAST SHATTERS,

TIME BECOMES NOTHING,

AND IN THIS NEW ORDER

ONLY NOTHINGNESS IS REAL.

THE FIRMAMENT CODE

REVEALS ITSELF TO ME...

AND UNDER THE STARLIGHT

I MERGE WITH INFINITY.

I ABANDON MY BODY

AND TRAVEL TO THE UNKNOWABLE...