By Torchlight

The spirit of ’39 has left us all behind

We turn our backs to the rising tide

As we force the hand of oblivion

Lost my sense of word to a place where symbols stir

Finding solace in the unheard

As we bow to the God oblivion

Myself to myself

In the yew branch above

Where, below, nothing I knew

Consciousness faded

Whispers reached up

And the slumbering self, I slew

Sense the I, polarized

Resist the pull of the isa side

At war above the great divide

Force the friction to crystallize

And I cannot stop the world war ii

Of here

And I shape my fate

A lesson in despair

When harnessing flames

One burns either way

The winter sun spills its final rays

On a world choked by malaise

And we synthesize the remains

As we anchor our will in oblivion

World serpent gnaws

Its tail in its jaws

Marching forth towards an end

That can’t be stopped

Sense the I, polarized

Resist the pull of the isa side

At war above the great divide

Force the friction to crystallize

And I cannot stop the World War II

Of here

And I shape my fate

A lesson in despair

Force the path of flames

Wield the fire of kenaz!