Parched with thirst am I   And dying   Raging with hunger am I   And crying      How swiftly time has past in here   Though broken hours I have drawn near   Time has struck its hammer upon me   Driven deeper the nails of fate in me      This my constellation I shall bequeath   Unravel the threads (which lie) underneath      Seasons by the concrete lake   This pergament skin for thee to take   In which to draw these faces still   Awaken emotionless life-fill      Harken! the machines grind their teeth   Serrated, razor-hands clawing   Technology, machinery, observatorium of fear   No place-for estheticism here      This our heritage we shall bequeath   Caugh inside the web we weave beneath      The Dystopians were right   The new dawn heralds another night   And the sun does shine no more-   With the flickering life-flames light      Edenfall-winter among the stars   Casseopeia beckons from horizons far   This my constellation I shall bequeath   Sear the flesh of heaven in me