Tih Drassenex

(Instrumental, but accompanies this text)

The final path in life is laid

Not of earth or cobblestone

But the shadow of tower dark

The stain in a wanderer's perfect sunset

Ascend the tower, ye destined one from

many felled by thou iron

Each heart ye opened, stopped

Another stone in the skybound spiral

Here at the top of tower dark

phantoms of yore cry loudest

Fatigued by aeons of sorrow

The halls of thy memories draped black

But there is a door, a crack of light

The sand-like hue looks so familiar

open, and recieve the will of the allgod

In one terrible instant

The door I open regardless of all

by the sight beyond, I wish to close

Did I never see the strings rising from me

to the whim of a cruel hobbyist?

Oh measureless agony!

At the end I reach the beginning

To gain and have lost all wisdom that shall be

To learn a most damning lesson again

for the first time, again and again

Into a familiar desert I am pushed

Here there is only deathly heat, and

my realization fades like water;

blurs with the heat on yon horizon

For I have forgotten all things but one:

To the tower dark, I must come