The Sun's torment knows no respite that it smite my flesh
with its rays,
My skin does peel to the waves of its heat for centuries
gathered from a day,
Though its beauty bring deep satisfaction to the eye, with a
light that's perceived as Divine,
nature confounds the reality,
love confounds the reality,
it clams confounds the reality,
it perplexes the mind.
For what evils have I been judged for I to be doomed to
these boundless waters?
On this bark of thought I drift to oblivion within this
My path had dissolved to the sea thus depriving me of a
I steer clear of disaster,
tempest be one of disaster,
be the vice for disaster,
skins do hiss like serpents.
The white star so emits its rage in full, so in Death in
My reverence to the Lord reciprocates naught as I seek
refuge in remission,
Who parades in my sight but the shadow of Death, still dusk
is yet to be seen,
I beg for the cool of darkness,
I pray for the cool of darkness,
O I weep
for the cool of darkness
a reality born from a dream.
Yonder west, three beasts of the seas and they carry men
across this Mighty Flood,
Of pale flesh they were whom had coveted a trade: their silk
garments for my blood,
“Woe to the day that the meek and the lame shall discover
their inner godliness”, said one,
the beast of the seas carried those good men
the ocean's edge did they carry those men
they vanished in the glistening caress of the Sun.
Afore I was bare fleshed, in these garments nonetheless the
heat shall burn to the marrow,
Does the Omnipotent oppress or do I manifest illusions
seeing twelve archers shooting flaming arrows,
What sweats through the paws are the sorrows of a man who
holds no name nor legacy,
origin of being I am soulless,
people without a history are soulless,
a knowledge of self I am soulless,
Sun of God hath stripped me of memory.
May the day I was born vanish from time and the womb flood
to a bloody tomb,
For I know not my genesis so now I resign and cast from this
world of doom,
Must I exist and remain for the detriments of pain, though
dusk has yet to be seen?
for what, the cool of darkness?
had begged for the cool of darkness!
prayed for the cool of darkness!
now I take this life, serene.