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I will wrap again this body in black cloak

And the wand will have its place upon this surface again

I no longer yearn for a mortal caress

No tear upon a marbled tomb

I have stared beyond the four points of compass

And pierced the center of experience shaped veils

I have shared the soul of the Messenger

From the trenches of void I have traveled

Above the sunburning Sphinx

Adviced by the ancient Moth

Inside the nebular triangle

Guided by the whispers of Thoth

Through these halls the spark within reburns

From below these crossbones Her voice echoes still

And my cauldron has been shined and my dagger has been

sharpened

For I have borrowed from the bridge's guard

His key, his thirst, his capless flask

This time I will not return on colorful capes or bright shined crowns

And the birds will not sing welcoming chants

No golden chariots and scepters of glory

No matter the fruits I have tasted

I will always return where the lifeless dwell

Above the sunburning Sphinx

Adviced by the ancient Moth

Inside the nebular triangle

Guided by the whispers of Thoth

Orphne, my swift wings are thine

Orphne, whispering source of the mind

Your songs still echo throughout the walls of Charonium

Your legend is remembered, I am scarred with your wreath

Orphne, I have buried deep in the oceans

My fate, my hours and my final breath

I have seen upon the shores many boats carrying lost dreams

Many tears, drowned memories and countless broken wings

For the oblivion's embrace is always warm

And the sleep in your eyes always sweet

I will swim back to this bright world bitter with the coldest skin