Seasons pass for the purpose To recycle their existence (They recycle, the Sage's star)
And it does dwindle next to the light of my kingship (Sacrifice to mind and body)
The fire is alive, it grows and breathes around me Decaying entropy removes me from infinity With no such thing as time to lengthen my endeavor As such I burn away, the ocean cannot save me At last my carnage is separate from my soul I gladly leave behind the only life I've known