Build the passage way through the artnA sombre decay, a collection of mindnnA collection of mindnnOnce life fades to shapelessnAs a lightnThrough this path of purenessnNow I risennDeath-Like trance, pure freedomnI shall seeknFrom the inner, the outer, I shall reachnSuksma SharirannBorn in black, withinnDeath is white, withinnnCreep is bright consciousness without mindnA sombre delight, a repulsion of mindnnA repulsion of mindnnOnce life fades to shapelessnAs a lightnEarthly lies and sadnessnI deny