His wings - a southern sandstorm,
His eyes - two dazzling suns
His shadow glides softly on the sand
Could be a treacherous mirage?
You, who darkness spat to be
The messenger of death,
The bearer of the plague from the Dead Lands

Where time is sand - the Sands of Time
And Shadows cast light - the Light of Night
A life of strife, ceased by the knife
A Knife that tore the men of war
In scraps of flesh and soulless faith
Faith - ignorance, acknowledge knowledge
And I know that I and I make II
While 0 and 0 - ∞

As you shake your wings, these sand drops fall
And meet no soil, but piles of soulless bodies.
Indeed, the finest crop you wield.

Wailing more
A raging war
Slowly pacing Death becomes you

Sacred is the silence that you bring
The sunlight dissolves in the shadow of your wing
And I am grateful, eager to embrace the Night
And in it's lap I shall find my peace of mind

Wailing more
A raging war
Slowly pacing Death becomes you
Waiting more
Internal war
Slowly pacing Death becomes you


...I and I make II
While 0 and 0 - ∞
A black dot grows smaller and smaller
As it flies farther and farther
And his black feather lay as flowers
On our tomb of earth that is the Mind