With the hollow echo in a soundless night I woke to see solitude grieving over my emotion And as it wept its liquid nourished my disease Soon all myself became infected And so onward it began to spread
A fervent sentiment my inside so has sheltered It means more wicked than ones ever set before Tremulous ghastly sighs of a time long now past Embrace my newborn fear
It beckons me forth so sad and gloomy Drawing weakened limbs with its fragrances Sudden air filled with the sound of its hurt Composes an elegy of weep
Ahead shines my fortune But here darkness ends my path Never will the bliss of that embrace Take over this solemn curse
What I hear now is the cry Of the mother of time For she gave birth to immortality