No law has restrained my desires The pyre of souvenirs’ perpetual flame But to the halt I’ve been shambled And the years gained on my pace The rime on my heels had driven They sculpted proofs for life Nailed the firmament anew for me Built this spectacle of passing To where this graveled road ended Static in their eyes and smiles Lent for the soul For I felt lavished freedom Lash for the flesh For I cried for another fall And at the feet of coronated savior Rattled by his colossal hands Reverse all moments of my terrestrial times Snuggled in shroud of white I could repent, yet in my hindsight I truly would but in my past life Yes I always could, yet in my hindsight I truly would but in my past life Hear me speak for the last time And the white I wear is begrimed Say my name for the last time The white I wear is begrimed And for the brethren this ashen earth has swallowed Into solitude of sleep everlong I would grant the highest of headstones In the most verdant hill The stellar rains will ever spring