In the haggard mausoleum of time
Where spirals the abject horrors
That whisper through the ruinous labyrinthine antechambers of this mine own desolation
Beyond the crooked towers
And the blackened shells of stone houses
There shall you find me sitting
A shadow disintegrating among maggots
Staring sleepless through the pale endless nightmare of mine infinity
All the illusions have dissipated
Only the stillness of this moment remains
And I do bitterly yearn for the tongues of the pyre to taste my foul flesh
