I SEE AN ALMOST CLEAR ELIXIR
AROMATIC AS IT VANISHES THROUGH (MY BLOODSTREAM)
I FEEL THE COLD VOID WITHIN ME

FOR THIS GREAT SORROW RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS
SO FAR GONE THE CYCLE IS PERMANENT INFINITE CONSEQUENCE
IN RUINS INDEBTED TO FAILURE

BROTHERHOOD THE BRAVE DARK CIRCLE THE HAND IN ALL
WE ARE FORGED INTO THE EARTH
A TOMB OUR BURIAL CHAMBER

A MOUNTAIN AMONG THE MOUNTAINS
IN OUR COSMIC ARRANGEMENT