Alluding the waves that soar far above. Begins the time of ages past. Castrated within the wrath of who? Delegates flew from the corroding sand--each to be thyself. Eleven times the clock's been struck, and eleven times I have sung. Finish the coming of the Twelfth. Guardians within the sanctuary of life. How mesmerizing it could be. I know it to be truth, rising of ashes and the spilling of sacred blood to be. Jackals and their petty spawns--crying out in vain, up comes the drainage from isolated view. Kingly sighs pass the crown, the next sigh to be the haze of the extraneous nature of possibilities. Let us fall short of prying ears--it is all there is to your mere shadow of god's existence. Maybe I should shit to complete the aroma, news of your deeds pass by untouched--each and every day. Night comes, but only of a momentous nature. Over the hills and far away, I surely cannot pay! Pavements degrading overtime, the reflection of time amidst. Questionable sigh and promises that don't unfold. Rhythms on the steps to what end? Sleight of hand returns, truancy all too rare in this world--it won't be seen. Unison will come only if you allow it. Vehemence is your nature, peace forever lies low. Within the sanctuary of life. Zephylin goes to hell, it won't come back.