Hollowed by the pain, I feel the rage coming in Suffocating waves. As a wreck in the streams of my bloodied kin's blood, I dreamt of timessaturnine when the festring might Enflamed our hearts to the point where the lacerating Was a joy... It was a joy! And then, whenthe Vision's gone And d**h's unformed, I am torn. Our eyes are enslaved by the sight of the pyres, Cast under the yoke of our own d**h. Uttermost the d** that have led us thus far The eyes, the poison, the vision, the might, But still we dont probe the silence. Here I am rolled and rolled by the stream. The state of foam, The moaning of the winds. Over The Cracked roads, Through the reeds Of the marches, Hollow voices blow And the leaves Bow down to Other masters.