From flint-veined heart to comet's wail
Through blood-dimmed dusk and spectral sail
No sepulchre this pilgrim bound
Who drank the void where truth is found

Is this trail I walk a true starry course?
Or am I but a phantom adrift within the void?
I seek no cradle-world, no galactic shore
Unto the abyss, I sing the evermore

No serpent's coil nor solar pyre
Could quench the soul's immortal fire
Behold, the eternal forge doth spin
Where self and all are woven in

Is this trail I walk a true starry course?
Or am I but a phantom adrift within the void?
I seek no cradle-world, no galactic shore
Unto the abyss, I sing the evermore

No compass left 'midst stellar frost
The shard dissolves in knowing embraced
This pilgrim freed from form and name
Behold, I am, I am the flame
I am the flame
I am the flame