Atop The Highest Mountain, Across The Great Red Waste

Lies The Key To My Deliverance From This Mortal Plane.

The Radiance Of The Obelisk Sets My Eyes Afire

With The Dark Scenes Of Time Now Emblazed Upon My Mind.

As I Near The Ancient Shrine The Wind Screams Loudest Through

Hollow Trees Which Line My Way As If To Obscure My Path.

Yet This Cannot Be--For Being Part Of The Pale

The Timbers Flare At My Touch

And Return To The Ash From Which They Came.

As I Approach The Ancient Monolith

The Veins Of Mine Open To Night

Receiving Waters From The Well Within

Having Found The Point Of Eternal Return.

I Am Alive Within The Night

And Will Exist Beyond The End

Of Cosmos Great And Mountains Small

Oceans Of Time But Fill My Palms.

Sacrarium Sweet Gate To Life

Release Me From This World Of Lies

A Point Between One-Thousand Suns

To Build Again What Light's Undone