A fragile gift in fragile hands, inherited

And then it will fade to the west, with us

Ethereal

It is lost, yet unveiled, to those who can see

It's a stream and a flame, here and beyond

Precious

Ethereal

I need to know, I need to know

What lies beyond the red of the sun, of the blood

Before the breeze subside

Before the stars have fallen

Before my bones are gone into the ground

I can't bear, this ignorance

This suffering, the vanity of the shelter I borrowed

I hate my kind, and the weakness of the flesh

An irony dawn I see, deathless

I will scatter the flame of truth

Open the eyes of the miscreants

For in every heart, in every house, my vision shall be known and revered

I am the augury of progress and as an rotten world fades

I'll be the bringer of a new bright dawn