(Painting title: Netrarhmir. Small scale.
Musical Composition in the Clouds ONLY.
Foreground allusional imagery for plot of Lyrics. )

Carried aloft by tattered wings
shall he ascend on light wind.

Fro the eastern mountains of the Dveui,

for the valleys of the great black sands.

The arising be his strength,

fro up the depths of the sunken past.

The ruined city of his becoming,

- of his solace that hath been him denied.

One ancient voice to be partaken,

Out of its grail shouldst he drink.

The sour wine therein that consumeth him,

To remove the grip of passing from his breath.

Fro the corners whence night and day meet,

Shall the winds be held against their paths.

And to the way of both seas and land,

Shall he trod and tarry.

One sword to slay thy famine,

One measure of peace for thy suffering.

The Prince of the West will to him beseech,

That shouldst the world to know not unity.

Then shall the earth open its mouth again,

to taste the sweetness of the great cities.

And of the heavens shall out-pour upon him,

For the knowing of men should not be.

That their eyes shall further be blinded,

till the hour of truth to be.

And he shall again cloak himself in darkness,

and walk amongst the children of Eve.

That all may be unknowing of his presence,

that none might see to believe.

 - Daecaunt