A murder of doves rest upon the rocks,
the lone bear once proud,
now licking its wounds in the sanctity of earth.

Unrelentless, time feeds on sand,
tic - tic ; throughout the ages,
never to stop or hold a breath of peace.

So vast and yet so small,
I held the universe in my hand,
all its wonder - fears in the palms;
to realize I am a god.

So bow to me as I rule none,
a slave of slaves, the herd
can never comprehend a lament...

For as I sing in the past and future,
the sirens recall a significance
of my burden; nothing and that's all

- nothing, the oh so noble chorus
of an unwritten song.