To acquiesce the throne of perdition. Unsheathed in the golden light. All shall be revealed of truth and failures. From sickness to strength.
With the scars of abandonment I shall abscond this earthly tomb. Casting a shadow over the avarice of mortal ken.
Unveiling the hidden word upon lofty peaks. Grasping yearnfully the keys to infinity whilst gazing into the aphotic eternity.
With a ravenous hunger I stand upon the precipice whilst worlds are colliding. The aether sings back at me; Stride across the chasm do not falter or lead astray. For the waters of oblivion await the weary wanderer of heights.