Drunk with the nectar   Of submission   I feel nothing more   Than existence   A loneliness   That will not   Come off   In the narcissism   Of the harbour   We are lost   Vaster then night   My pride   My Threat   My thrust   This is beyond very far   All this is beyond   Is this the final exorcism?   Of an obsession   In the obsession?   Swept clean of the past   And its errors   Shall we take new roads   We shall take new roads   Look. lost   Vast night   Tearing and loathing   Thrashing without you   To the church of tomorrow   Death Is The Martyr Of Beauty   Look, here is our runic wreath   Look here!