May this sight strike me blind Lest I envy the dead Let my bones melt to earth To cease and forget
In brittled cloth A grave of rock Above the world's remains
[Qorban:] "I broke the surface of a lifetime of sleep, or so I felt. For minutes I couldn't will my aching bones to move, to rise from my bed of stone, or my gaze to bend from the tomb of rock above me. I willed my body over the edge and crushed to the floor below. Through a mist of pain I started to see: I was imprisoned. A forboding fright dawned in me, as I slowly struggled to free myself from my own grave. It seemed my limbs would burst before I was free, but finally at the very end of my strength I could see the world beyond, and to my horror - It was no more!"
I have lost to sleep Man's final days Now to awake Just to be tortured by grief