| In moments of madness |
| Staring at translucent monuments |
| Indwelling this place for aeons |
| With their eternalness appearing intangible |
| The icy black waves enclosing ourselves |
| Be breasted by lead heavy hearts |
| Vigor and force in flesh by sunlight |
| Shall do good in conquering trepidation |
| Still the brazen mist makes morals occult |
| Abortive try to disperse the septum of haze |
| Chilling clearance heisting hope |
| Nothing to be found abaft the stars |
| Obscure guises mocking men |
| Idiosyncratic perceptional torment |
| Yet a new crack of dawn draws near |