In the cosmos
There is balm as well as bitterness
And that balm is Nepenthe.
Yet underneath endless oceans of sand
I have not forgotten
Those who had betrayed me.
Silent and unmovable,
I am not sorry
For I had hated the light.
Now I ride with the undead
Across the night-sky
And play by day
Amongst the catacombs of Nephren-Ka
In the sealed and unknown
Valley of Hadoth by the Nile.
I know that light is not for me
Save that of the moon over the rock tombs of Neb
