This never fulfilled thirst

Of wounds which may not heal

Even as sand dissolves to dust

The threads of distance fail

Thirst

Which guides the tongue

And Burns beyond ashes

So pure those mournful tears

They drown it's lungs to sleep

This never satisfied lust

Of wounds which may not heal

Even as sand dissolves to dust

The threads of distance fail

Hidden in mothers chest

A decaying limb of compulsion

Chalice of fire

Sacred realm of truth

May the glow guide me

Through empty shade

Wisdom of fire

Decaying limb of truth

May the past guide me

Through hollow ground

Monument for crippled lust

Searching beam which guides

Even as sand dissolves to dust

The threads of distance fail

With flames reflecting

In the mirror from beyond

The whispers engrave all reason

Leaving only an empty mind

Chalice of fire

Sacred realm of truth

May the glow guide me

Through empty shade

Wisdom of fire

Decaying limb of truth

May the past guide me

Through hollow ground

This never fulfilled thirst

Of wounds which may not heal

Even as sand dissolves to dust

The threads of distance fail