Under coldest star we rise
Worlds are lost before your eyes
For each step no shade no scars
Faded Gods grasp broken shards
Long Gone from your home
Whispers slowly beckon us
And I won't cry your name
Empty into Void Spiritus Mundi
A sky stainless throws A
Reach of marrow bones and lilies
Into silent spaces we collide this knowing
Forever a sacrament of a bleeding sentience
A sinking rise Into the rotting rays of night
Descending an omittance
There we will find the burn of this existence
A mineral horizon of a truth
And so we will space this ephemeral a fixture
And salute as we remember
What has already come to pass