Blinded, I run down these paths, by heart I know them
They lead to the soaring fortress
And this is my foundation: Cold stone
How invulnerable, lifeless

Upon these lands, wherein I died so many times,
I scatter the ashes of destiny
Still my flames are in hunger, with despair in my heart
Shall I greet the tears ahead
Though, I know not what will burn

Grant me sight so I can see, that which lies ahead of me
Cursed be my mortal eyes
Hear my call

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Glacian, in the year 778 AF.