On the eleventh day, he reached out his hand and made the sign of parting, spoke the words of taking leave and of never going back To breathe the air of dreams To walk upon a path of bodies To know what carnal means To live the law of hate and cold flesh Wailing for the solace in a lie No echo here. No truth. No time. To blind the eye to see To feed on every broken moment To kill and kill again To end it all while it's unfolding To know the only way: To love the beast and then to beg it to die from every wound Listen as the mourning herald sings the dirge to which we march in time Crawling naked 'neath the burning stars, sleeping beauty dries Never