Fermenting LimbsThe process invisibly beginsHearing
that melting sound anewExperience that the IcesAre
letting you seeIn your fragrant graceYou walkXzoriathTerraining
a fresh uncertaintyThe biological manuscript interruptedGarnish
the misery with salveFrom your very SoulYou actXzoriathLavish
the parts of the figuresCreated of fermenting limbsIn
forgotten consciousnessThe Inapplicable Face is bornIn
your fragrant graceYou walkXzoriathCreate me a linkTo
the gate of your deathTo the range of unbornOh XzoriathCreate
me a linkTo the range of unbornTo the gate of your deathOh Xzoriath