There is a sickness deep within From time immemorial All consuming All destroying Inevitable
I will not depart like this Focus now... Transference
No ship nor marching feet will help me find my way I must leave the body behind to reach a realm of eternal day A land untouched by disease, old age or needless war Roam the Garden of Apollon, forget the life that I abhor
I will not depart like this Focus now... Transference
Letting go of the body Clinging to the mind To free myself of its cold claws To rid myself of the blight
To go beyond the north wind To never see the night To live the rest of my days In perpetual sunlight