Bazaltic cascades of empty colours fill the sky,
and, as the granite ceiling splits in two,
the path to Immortality is revealed.

As the water of life courses through the valleys of the Soul,
the Universes' eyes sparkle in briliant colours.
The fair Lady of the night smiles to me, and I feel bliss
overcome me. I breathe again.

A thin arrow of gold pierces the black shield set upon the world
and the Darkness scatters in infinite shadows,
and, as the Ever-burning Eye absorbs them,
I laugh anew.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Glacian, in the year 317 AF.