<i>In the throes of nightmare-sleep
Through brackish air you wallow deep
There I come to you

My splendor come to you

With tiny stars like spiders weaving
With tiny spires like needles stabbing
I shall bury you

Wrap and bury you

In my fragrant arms deceiving
Now suffer beauty truth-belying
In rapid breaths shall you...in dying
Only then you'll see...

All your world is me

Your afterworld is me.