What shall I be in the aventine days
Between tread and light
Drunk on powers leavings
Sip wine of pleasures keeping
Lost to decadence turning
But wake
Wake wanderer, your journey begins in ends
Wake wanderer, the path of blood opens
It sings down the skein of mortal years
Waking become a vessel
Stand
And stand
between
Neither darkness nor light
But shadow drawing strength from the juxtaposition
Wake and bound to service
Wake to a world
Found forgotten, echos all that remain
But
In fury
Wake anew
Pelgris 