We greet the longest eve, after we have lasted through the end of all things. The landscape lay maudlin, desiccated. In graven silence, the blood red sky melted. The wind at my side sewn, for the harvest of the soul - I close my eyes and welcome visions of sweet release, in reverie endless. Embraced in sylvan, darkened woods boundless. The boundless fury of a world unborn. Within myself, my soul forlorn... With widened eyes and sullen revelations, wash this all down: all has run its course. Becoming one with the whited tempest. The jagged rocks and spray, excoriating me. Pale whitened skin, inviting to be censured. Blood red flesh, empty carnal pleasures. God forsaken, the storm obscures our cries. Follow, follow... surely a slave am I... The boundless fury of a world unborn. Within myself, my soul forlorn...