Sunset In The Ethereal Waves:

I Have Long Had This Premonition Of A Bright Day And A Deserted House

Today I Have So Much To Do: I Must Kill Memory Once And For All, I Must Turn My Soul To Stone, I Must Learn To Live Again. Unless ... Summer's Ardent Rustling Is Like A Festival Outside My Window.

Give Me Bitter Years Of Sickness, Suffocation, Insomnia, Fever, Take My Child And My Lover, And My Mysterious Gift Of Song This I Pray At Your Liturgy After So Many Tormented Days, So That The Stormcloud Over Darkened Russia Might Become A Cloud Of Glorious Rays.

Hands, Matches, An Ashtray. A Ritual Beautiful And Bitter.

All Has Been Looted, Betrayed, Sold; Black Death's Wing Flashed Ahead.