The Fear Of Death

When his mask is sealed
And death mounts the mare of epona
Freedom will not be found
For all our sins, there is much more still to suffer
As planets are merely prerequisite planes
For the soul to advance, all the while
The alluvium to which we cling is disposable

Although the torrents cleanse, the spirit will not soar
When azrael refashions our tellurian names
And we regenerate on other spheres, forever searching
To immortalise our long forgotten home

You can formulate for the end
And escape the soot before we fall
Navigating the stars, to the new world mars
As though the soul depends, on our survival to evolve

So walk with me and hold my hand
For the world to end in peace
With all as one and one in all
Traversing the unremembered stream

But here I'll stay as the rocket passes
Observing the earth transit to the sky above
When I can no longer breathe through the falling ashes
And it's here I'll cease, by eclipse of the ill-starred sun