Sun of midnight, burn, flicker, dance with thee Flaming soul of purity, burn, unite with thy oracle Beautiful scent of everdark melodies Cascading thy heavenly fruit A drop of water descends, becoming thy body The monad of all elementals The womb of the eternal The seed of the grand oak To become again, once nature sought Return the way we came, yet to tread a seperate path Is to become, again, eternal Only in spirit shall I grip the tide of nothingness Stars appear nowhere, their existance parralleled The symbol of life and death The totem of something lost Between mapuantara and pralaya The monad of creation The pendont of thy being A concept f illusion Not everything is seen