Amber Mote - Full of Hell

Murmurs, failures

Murmurs, failures

White wall fissure separates the conscious mind as light abates

An ecstasy bright burst swallows the surroundings

An amber mote in the black vault

«Death is to lose the earth you know

For greater knowing, for greater knowing

To lose the life you have, for greater life

To leave the friends you loved, for greater loving

To find a land more kind than home

To find a land more large than Earth»

I wake from this fever

All is false

All is false