"For as time draws on, and darkness dwells,
be insurmountable as well.
Your tide against the dawning rain—
the sword, the dagger, the strength through pain.
The blood now dripping upon your hand,
this beautiful work you understand.
And who calls hither to make your art,
expecting the times, you’re ever apart?
But still the path draws, feet unto stone.
This structure you built, you will live in alone.
But stray not beside the darkening way,
and you can be sure, you shall have your day."