Call me dreary
Name me after the tresholds I cross
For I know of truth

And believe in arts that were

Once sublime, now unclean and but hours to be denied

Yet not unknwon in the paths I named right
Free at last, am I not to look all as divine
From stronghold of insane knowledge and strife


And as fools leave pride while accepting grace
My disciples shall walk the ways of dismay

Through caves without end on final crusade
Spreading poems of uncreation before being laid in fervour


They'll poison your mind with tolerance

Don't follow the laws made for flesh

Keep your eyes shut to see the distress
Of the ones who call themselves free of sin and earthly fate
Show no compassion, ignore their agonies


And question not my words of disbelief
You never felt such passion towards vicious desires

Alone I hate this sea of aspirers to the throne
And pray for Uncreation, the fiery end of world