Amaranthine Fugue Lyrics

Epochs, seamless, flow their course
past the stones of souls, immovable
in the rill of time.
Displaced lay aeons on the banks
of age, "condemned" to an infinite oblivion
too kind.

Quietude awaits in the darkness
beyond time where essence
is fated to withdraw from life;
a fate so apt for human souls.
Through ill-handled fortunes
have I eternalized the soul,
eluding the death I am owed.
And how I long to die,
To feel that blesséd death.

And how I dream to be among the
shambled souls of brethren
in the airy ancient smolder of
what may be heaven.