Those who arise despite ourselves

Where the left hand path begins

A fragment is pushing through, enforces my memory

My mind has been swaying for some time

Your sign, suggesting a pale remembrance

Where everything finally disappears

This is the end, where everything finishes

What will be revealed in silence

This is the end, where each secret disappears

Fragrance of the dead, redemption of the weak

Between the worlds, where the one merge with the other through them

Where the growth of an external world amalgamate into a spirit truth

Where a transition occurs within death and salvation

You'll see the whole, the whole of the undivided one

At the stage where you'll lead delightful

The one that is fallen waits frightful