The hidden is obvious   Disintegrates beneath walls of stone   Cold yet unendingly atrocious   This fire stopped burning long ago      The pain of longing is thousand times more bearable   Than the anguish of release   When the cogs of the godmachine grind no longer   Will it stir the soul in unease?      Shapeshifter, naked eye divinity   Introspective, face-deep misery   Motion stand still in stagnance   For one cannot divide himself into fragments      Desensitized, colonized, intensified, amplified      The hidden is obvious, disintegrates beneath   Walls of stone cold, yet unendingly...   This fire stopped burning long ago   This pain of longing is my only foe