Fast fading roses
   Non-lingering words
   Scythe be my instrument
   Through dreams I now rage
  
   No guidance is me offered
   No forgiveness thee is promised
   How can distance be a factor
   When engraved in me thou art?
  
   Nourished by the soul my flame shall serve to torch the earth
  
   Denial serves
  
   That fire cannot burn
   with flames of no origin
   That star cannot bring guidance
   Without force or form
  
   One is darkness
   The other silence
   Without silence
   the darkness looses its splendour
  
   Sweet bliss that sleep now giveth
   tempt with forgetful night
   ever haunting that image within
   swear to the answers denied