Precious flame of life, so elusive

A spark being trampled to ashes

And spread by the winds of time



This garden is a silent one

Nothing moves but thoughts

The thoughts of those in silent memory

This they know, this they understand

There is darkness everywhere, outside



Morningstar forever set in zenith

Uriel ruler of worlds

Saraquel set over spirits



The repulsive truth of this dark domain

The answer echos throughout infinity

There are so many of us here

And we are all so lonely

We are among millions and still alone

We are in hell, and yet so cold

Gardens of grief



There's no god to punish us, and yet we suffer

Throughout so many lifetimes in this garden i have dwelt