The Nodding Horror Of Whose

Apt Words Have Power To Suage The Tumors Of A Troubled Mind.

The Never-ending Flight Of Future Days.

Such Sweet Compulsion Doth In Music Lie.

Where Eldest Night And Chaos, Ancestors Of Nature, Hold Eternal Anarchy Amidst The Noise Of Endless Wars, And By Confusion Stand; For Hot, Cold, Moist, And Dry, Four Champions Fierce, Strive Here For Mast'ry.

Calm Of Mind, All Passion Spent.