I have bestowed pains in lucid and timeless Graveyard harbours by my own sea   One stone was cast in it’s glass waves...   Disharmony, infection.   I sighed a storm that drowned them   Bare a foot upon my shore illumination   Tombstones...   In the calm of the water   Shine of unholy options, mirrored by wintermoon.   Choose and I may not...   Bare a hand upon my shore illumination   Darkness   Life is not the answer   The hands are rotten   Fool’s reflection, vanish now   I am still the disintegrator   Lucid ultimate pain, dissolver   In the years of brightness   Until my hateful victory   The garden grew...   Withered thoughts and vivid words   Vanish now   I have cast the firemist for those in truth   Shan’t bare the illness   We are of His flame   ... The Revelation