Through Gardens of Grief

Precious Flame of life, so Elusive

A spark being trampled to ashes

And spread by the winds of time

This garden is a silent one

Nothing moves but thoughts

The thoughts of those in silent memory

This they know, this they understand

There is darkness everywhere, outside

Morningstar forever set in Zenith

Uriel ruler of worlds

Saraquel set over spirits

the repulsive truth of this dark domain

The answer echoes throughout infinity

There are so many of us here

And we are all so lonely

We are among millions and still alone

We are in hell, and yet so cold

Gardens of Grief

There's no god to punish us, and yet we suffer

Throughout so many lifetimes in this garden I have dwelt