Beset by the web of ignorance
Floating being
Above coherent void
With this Two-faced Silence
Mournful the Dead
Heavy it lies on the spirit of Man
The tomb he carries with him
And shapes he seeks in shadows
Eternal nature
All the purpose to the Whole
Nothing else to name
With winter in the bodies
Form of Fire, the new Sphere of Clarity
Form of Fire
Half-maddened sense
I see before me
Gaze
I can know nothing
Speak the word of Four
