This never fulfilled thirst Of wounds which may not heal Even as sand dissolves to dust The threads of distance fail Thirst Which guides the tongue And Burns beyond ashes So pure those mournful tears They drown it's lungs to sleep This never satisfied lust Of wounds which may not heal Even as sand dissolves to dust The threads of distance fail Hidden in mothers chest A decaying limb of compulsion Chalice of fire Sacred realm of truth May the glow guide me Through empty shade Wisdom of fire Decaying limb of truth May the past guide me Through hollow ground Monument for crippled lust Searching beam which guides Even as sand dissolves to dust The threads of distance fail With flames reflecting In the mirror from beyond The whispers engrave all reason Leaving only an empty mind Chalice of fire Sacred realm of truth May the glow guide me Through empty shade Wisdom of fire Decaying limb of truth May the past guide me Through hollow ground This never fulfilled thirst Of wounds which may not heal Even as sand dissolves to dust The threads of distance fail