The Roaring Voice of the God of Death Journeys do end So others begin… Greeted by echoes Of the Unseen… Abandonment Is the Harbinger of abstraction Essence of dreams - dreams of realities Beyond and Within The claws of the Black One thrust forth, Tearing the "I" asunder. Abandonment… Frail… to the point of non-existence Abandoning the husk of flesh Towards transcendence… The Roaring Voice of the God of Death Drinking of Heaven On the roof of the World… Outside a shell So fragile and cold… Joining the echoes Of the Unseen…