A bed of stone To wake upon To a world long dead May this sight strike me blind Lest I envy the dead Let my bones melt to earth To cease and forget In brittled cloth A grave of rock Above the world's remains [Qorban:] "I broke the surface of a lifetime of sleep Or so I felt. For minutes I couldn't will my aching bones to move To rise from my bed of stone, or my gaze to bend from the tomb of rock above me I willed my body over the edge and crushed to the floor below Through a mist of pain I started to see: I was imprisoned A forboding fright dawned in me, as I slowly struggled to free myself from my own grave It seemed my limbs would burst before I was free But finally at the very end of my strength I could see the world beyond And to my horror - It was no more!" I have lost to sleep Man's final days Now to awake Just to be tortured by grief