Night swells to distant spheres   Silent throat of unholy times   The withering wind deep down here   Flesh of the gods bleeding as light      Here in the environs of heaven   The am sun am outshined one   The idea of beauty is ebony   The last am on my balcony      Forever people suffer in silence   Always and forever drifting to dark waters   The sand of time, still ominous   As scultured cherubs of the ether   The idea of beauty is ebony   The last am on my balcony      "The am sun, my ebony sun"      Erratic firmament and the perishing clouds   Descending angels, formless divine   To inherit light and silence, so profound   The devlish eyes of the reptile      Here in the environs of heaven   The am sun am outshined one   The idea of beauty is ebony   The last am on my balcony