internal soft winds carry a black flame the innermost strife a struggle of will - to life
with heavy limbs and empty hearts trodding onwards, embracing dark the inner motions remain divine and distant, in silence for the inner self is unresting unwanted, yet ever craving with solemnity it remains lonely
gone is all ambition lifeless is the shell divine gifts have perished truth has overwhelmed us
the essence is drained innermost sanctums are lost barren rocks to reign over empty realms
gone is all ambition lifeless is the shell divine gifts have perished truth has overwhelmed us