Beyond the eye of lunacy
The cataphracts of Ascatomb
Are drifting endlessly through nothingness,
Which is to make them meaning.
Among the mists of centuries
The grey halls rise into the wind
That brings up light from underneath the pillars
To worlds of shades beyond all time.
And only passing by and by
Some flash of lightning turning dark –
All death is birth is breath stops breathing,
Which is to never fade away.