Where in these dark caverns I lie alone,
Hidden without the wakefulness pure bright
In the shadows, I silently atone,
Awaiting the purge of the searing light;
But doubtly I conceal thyself of night
Hath the day so forgot its own accord?
Will and want beckons the rays take flight
That luminescence of archaic discord
To entice evil which need be subdue;
Bow and beseech to one who calls thy lord
Seraphs chant and thou Guardians will pursue
Hearken! I won't succumb to thine sanctity
Thy prison and plague hath liveth immortality.