Initiate the blinding of the eyes In order to behold the glory Terrible before the weakness of sight And with the threat of eruption The downward spiral Commence the deafening of the ears For the purpose of hearing the grace Roaring silence closer than any sound And with the treat of consuming Motionlessness corrupts the thoughts And they plunge into the river That runs beneath That which matters now is That which never mattered at all The steps on the spiral Tune up the sounds of terror For these eyes have beheld the night And they will never be put to rest Until they reach again that blissful sight Scale up the hungry muteness For this maggot has witnessed the waves And the fluttering of the blackest silk Over the coldest and palest feet Let the core of every construction Feel the beating of this very heart That lies silent, empty and hollow Beneath and under Maximize the weight of this coil For the spinning has yet to approach the point Of the most dreadful deprivation And where everything seems to stop Tune up the sounds of terror For these eyes have seen the night And they will never be put to rest Until they reach again that blissful sight Scale up the hungry silence For this maggot has witnessed the waves And the fluttering of the blackest silk Upon the very wind of Death Tune up the pain of terror For this chest beats for the night And the whispering winds of the nameless beauty Deeply silent, so dire Amplify the weight of fatigue For the worm fell in love with the night And with the blackest of silks And with the darkest of all lights