I stand before the fall I feel the days are floating past not even stirring the threads of memory of mine. The madness is the weal of life, I understand. I live for I set free thyself from mind I raise my hands I spread my wings For my last flight from the rock of all doomed. The age has come to end but I still live For I am nought. Thy name is lost in darkness where only shadows may read it on the gates of time. The sand of life streams through my fingers My cry could have broken the yarn of heaven But words untold smother my breath. I can do nothing I laugh to death...