Life becomes crystalline at the end,
Inside the form which unbinds
Mortality clutching at what once was, as thought slips away
All those moments lost in time

Silence replaces laughter in memories of days gone by,
All the while dying, howling,
Clinging onto consciousness, without avail

The flesh sobs as it unbinds, but the cries are quickly
Ending with the last breath of the man
Who lived to die, who lived to be reborn
A man's first death, but not destined to be his final
The man who lived to die, and to be reborn

Shrieking endlessly, but why?
What awaits the world such that makes him scream
He remembers dying, life snuffed out in a terrible instant
Is this the world beyond, a punishment for crimes in life,
Or is this the last moments before the soul separated from his body?
Screaming on and on, but not understanding

Initially broken, fragmented thinking, spinning useless circles
Laments that fill the air with the unceasing will of instinct
Patterns coming together fill a mind finally blossoming
The world ahead of him is new, but his mind is not

Talents learned, still retained, a second chance at life
Repetition, a child, advancing quickly, taking everything,
Let not the world pass him by

Another violent death, estate snatched by senseless venery
Puissance expressed by the edge of a blade
Awakening, haunted, mind's eye shrinking within the confinement of
Another mortal host, too young for the ancient to pore on
Another new world to be seen and explored; And yet

Traumas accumulate, a gift given too freely becoming a curse
Consciousness stretched by the burden of eons
Peering about for fear of reprisal, an unnatural extension marking the wight
Seeing black figures, scattered in crowds, stalking,
No contact through being, but seen time and time again;
Are they here, or just the reflection of lifetimes reaching the end?

Dying again and again, death after death, unlife extending through infinity
Broken by the ages, by cruelty, the infinite struggle of man
Chipping away at happiness, pride, humanity
Paranoia becomes paramount, and man becomes nothing

I long for eternal sleep, one last rest, for eternity
Please let me die, for the last time

The unceasing arrow of junctures past, a wheel that spins forever
Endlessness seems close at hand but draws no nearer
As despair takes root in heart and unending starts crush the mind
One asks himself how might it stop, as if seeking oblivion

The shapes in the dark, the figures of despair, that follow the dreamer
Seem the only constant, the path to truth
Anger! Rage! Why are they here?
What is the link to eternity?
When can oblivion be found?

Shapes in the crowd, lurking, spreading fear
That only lives on in the mind of the fractured
Forms, black, pursuing forever, life across life,
Death after death

Hatred fanned by the flames of insanity, and by the
Desperate need for an end;
The dreamer, awakened, conscious finally,
A first draught of clarity after so very long

Stalked no longer, pursuing the pursuers
Power of the infinite, striking onwards,
Revenge, pursuance, stalking the stalkers

The end comes soon, in this world or another;
An absolute end

Fractured edge of the world, call to me
A crossroad, waiting, is forgotten no longer
Twilight eternal, sky's visage set to wane
The end of time, the end of existence,
Sweet sunderance, welcome relief

Clarity gives strength to reach beyond the veil
To tear aside, and to reach inside
Wisdom of a thousand ages, giving strength

The crossroads must crumble,
The gateway must close
Shades of the damned seek mercy,
And the gate upholds

Pursuers in black, seekers of death,
Guardians of the doorway to the end
Wise protectors, hunting for closure,
A man reborn with the power of ages

Eternity is a second, stretched to many days,
There are worlds other than these,
But to seek them is folly,
The gateway is closed again,
And the dreamer is finally quiet