Raising my head to yell my life out   standing naked, strained as a dying worm   with body of light gleaming like my disquiet   with myriads of stars not-to-be-seen      Here to cry the glassy anguish   of souls dwelling in darkness that fell   my throat is DA„TH, the seal is breaking   ZONAI screaming the vows of frozen winds   of shapes winged - we should be left behind   we, lightnings turned into pillars   torn into shreds, in stillborn screams   thembling with woes of fiery cycles      PAZ - to be as they   yea, I say, to be as they   an oath and order to be heard   a sigil and cypher to be seen   OL SONUF VAORESAJI   and that's the truth, you will taste it...      †theric dimensions of cocoon sleepers   Waters, Earthes and Fyres not given to us   mumbling the calls of Aires alone   laying the tablets carved in flesh