Marche Funèbre / Eye of Solitude
            Collapse / Darkness
		
1. 	Eye of Solitude - Collapse

All these souls, entwined
In nowhere to grieve
The loss upon us
Calling indifference
Forgotten memories
Fallen like ashes in vain
The scorn evil collapses towards down to earth
Whispering fears
The sins of life to pained existence
In the arms of perdition
On your knees tremble cold
Of denial ascending towards you
Memories torn ever by rendered rain
Entangled by you
Entangled by us


2. 	Marche Funèbre - Darkness

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd,
And the stars did wander darkling
In the eternal space,

Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;

Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation;

And all hearts were chill'd
Into a selfish prayer for light:

And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings—
The huts, the habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,

And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour
They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash—and all was black.

All earth was but one thought—and that was death
Immediate and inglorious;
And the pang of famine fed upon all entrails—
Men died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;

The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.

The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal:
as they dropp'd They slept on the abyss without a surge—

The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd;

Darkness had no need of aid from them—
She was the Universe.