Precious Flame of life, so Elusive   A spark being trampled to ashes   And spread by the winds of time      This garden is a silent one   Nothing moves but thoughts   The thoughts of those in silent memory   This they know, this they understand   There is darkness everywhere, outside      Morningstar forever set in Zenith   Uriel ruler of worlds   Saraquel set over spirits      the repulsive truth of this dark domain   The answer echos throughout infinity   There are so many of us here   And we are all so lonely   We are among millions and still alone   We are in hell, and yet so cold   Gardens of Grief      There's no god to punish us, and yet we suffer   Throughout so many lifetimes in this garden I have dwelt