IN THE DEEPEST MIST,
I AWAKE KNOWING I WILL DIE.
ENSHROUDED BY THE FROZEN WIND
AND ITS PERMANENT BITE,
THE TENUOUS FOREST LIGHTS
FORESHADOW DEATH AND MY END...
THE END OF EVERYTHING ALIVE...
IN THE SECRECY OF MILLENARY OAKS
I CEREMONIALLY PREPARE MYSELF
TO BE THE PRIEST OF MY OWN END.
I SHALL SAY THE LAST WORDS,
AND AMIDST THE SILENT TREES,
I SHALL MERGE
THE WORLD OF THE LIVING
WITH THE WORLD OF THE DEAD...
MERGING THE EARTHLY WITH THE DIVINE,
SANCTIFYING THIS PASSAGE
THAT I SHALL MAKE ALONE.
THE FOREST OPENS ITSELF AS A TEMPLE
THE OAKS ARE MY PILLARS AND THE EARTH IS MY ALTAR.
I KNEEL TO THE NIGHT AND THE STARS AND TIME BECOMES A TRANCE...
I KNEEL TO THE NIGHT
AND TIME BECOMES A TRANCE...