With the hollow echo in a soundless night
I woke to see solitude grieving over my emotion
And as it wept its liquid nourished my disease
Soon all myself became infected
And so onward it began to spread
A fervent sentiment my inside so has sheltered
It means more wicked than ones ever set before
Tremulous ghastly sighs of a time long now past
Embrace my newborn fear
It beckons me forth so sad and gloomy
Drawing weakened limbs with its fragrances
Sudden air filled with the sound of its hurt
Composes an elegy of weep
Ahead shines my fortune
But here darkness ends my path
Never will the bliss of that embrace
Take over this solemn curse
What I hear now is the cry
Of the mother of time
For she gave birth to immortality | 
