After a great encounter Where triumphant glory meant To cast off the ashes Of pathetic old non-ideas And to stand solitarily On a snow field that became a place Of falling the dark might upon Guided to the verge of solitude They disappeared then And I stand before the immensity That took my breath As the rays of fullmoon would reveal That I crossed the boundary Divine consciousness Evidently in evil's sense Has conquered my heart I'll fill the emptiness With fulfillment of my feelings' depth And the true emptiness which Used to appear the essence Will remain so far, far So I stand there when the wood Seemed to open its gates In a stack of offals Of those I've rejected And what now diverged In a crystalline majestic cold Of this great hateful sanctity And I reached the conscience Of a victory in the glorious night And I could behold the black heavens That opened before me...