A dream of a nest among the stars That cradles the sleeping ancient one Whose now closed eyes were the first to see The trail that leads away from humility
Through the eyes of a raven he watches In utter scorn and dreamlike aversion Those who cannot conceive the delight Of being speared by his black horns
In a void devoid of all love and joy A fire shall burn at the arrival of dawn Ignited by a hope that this morning There will be no one to see it's grace
In the lone halls of the void The steps of the of the high heels resound And in the northern aurora There remains only one shining star
