Breath of dawn listening astray With leaves of singing harps Their tuns of exhausted dominance The cry of withering dust A love affair among the awakening Overwhelming disturbance fantastic terrors invite From the one who hides his name Among the formless allay the flower ashen Imparting immortality desecrated in horns Demonstratable throne of the evergreen anthem Those who dwell there seem dauntless Great antiquity of grievance recognised Across the valley flowering by the bay Austere dormant in grief Barbaric old hands within the grave I still lay cold at night lost and betrayed Longing for the majestic and elegant view The innocence lying south the crystalline cathedral Graven Bay All ones curing madness On shields of golden knives I sleep Wondering still searching for my own destruction I see no other way the night still embracing me Leaves of forbidden call On thorns I lay To the dark I scream; I am Under the autumn twilight