Those who arise despite ourselves
Where the left hand path begins
A fragment is pushing through, enforces my memory
My mind has been swaying for some time

Your sign, suggesting a pale remembrance
Where everything finally disappears

This is the end, where everything finishes
What will be revealed in silence
This is the end, where each secret disappears
Fragrance of the dead, redemption of the weak

Between the worlds, where the one merge with the other through them
Where the growth of an external world amalgamate into a spirit truth
Where a transition occurs within death and salvation
You'll see the whole, the whole of the undivided one

At the stage where you'll lead delightful
The one that is fallen waits frightful