Partaking from the grail of death Perfumed with the odour of serpent saliva As bitterness hangs to and in the throat Breathing in the mesmerizing vapours Unblocking the burning gateways To that which manifests within A ripple in the brackish vision Expanding deeper in a trance Where no dream is without a cost Where nothing is in everything To be the prophet, to be in Him In life dead to this world In transition to the divine At each sound of prayers vibrating At each step closer trembling To drown in sterile waters Pilgrimage to the primeval womb Formless and unthinkable Cleansing in death communion Dissolved in consecration In the depth of darkness unveiled Where no dream is without a cost Where nothing is in everything To be the prophet, to be in Him In life dead to this world I follow one star The one of them most dormant Yet the brightest of them all