calling your name to the cold autumn night, escaping only as a whisper from my
cold lips, awaken the winds and darken the sky, but no, the betrayal of power
is weakness, stay hidden, name unheard, call upon myself, inside, the vastness
of thousand universes and find the path, through worlds, into countless new,
slipping, feel myself, falling .. separation, empty corpse, surrogate host for
the spirit, empty and cold, the spirit has fled, into realms beyond, names,
forgotten.