One day upon a spritely morn,
A young lad sat looking forlorn...

With eyes that burn with wrathful flame,
A monstrous beast without a name...

Cold is the wind on this dusty soil,
Cold is the wind on these restless waves...

"A bird!" cried he, and tipped his head...
Mouth open, as if the cloud would crack...

Take me to a place where the fires never cease to...
Take me to a place where the world will never...

He's just a man of ash and rust,
Hairline cracks all choked with dust...

As the moon creeps up the hunched back of the...
Climbing the tail of the brooding serpent...

Bless the fallen child whose sin was cleansed
In the ashes between worlds...

The King cursed to wither into bone,
The Lady cursed with child forever grown...

Come sing with me to
A dirge for the end of the world...

Midnight swells , blackened,
Turgid...

I brush away the dust of years,
That covers what once gave out light...