Soaring with eyes, nWhere morning never comesnAnd the eternal blacknMelts with infernal suns.nCreator of creators, nRip me from this breathing shellnWith the wisdom of originnTo wear your cosmic skin.nWith me I am my own, nAnd in all I am within,nI travel the astral depthsnOn the winds of expansion.nI am of a race unboundnFrom this earthly graspnI am the one who carriesnThe burden of endless sorrow.