Hell, black awe.

Hell, black awe, I am in love

and it's the morning divinity

that I adore

but I'm not made of the essence of clouds.

I am embers and ash of the past.

This won't last.

I'll sit here and watch in vein,

in my circle of longing

the sunrise of an age,

and I'm too small in your gaze;

I am one of the bad ones, 

unworthy of praise

And I know that there's nothing to do

to express my respect or my love for you

It's too late now. I'll be gone, into

the darkness of storm, 

where I belong.

Jhoieh'sDeparture

Jhoieh he cried out into the cosmos
this earth was doomed to disappointment
he walked away in silent prayers
and turned his back to all those strangers

Jhoieh he wept, he wept for his children
he hadn't wept over millenia
he wept his heart out and he felt better
for cruel times to hard to bear now

Jhoieh he wept, and then he waited
and for the gods he anticipated
to send a vessel that could carry
him far away from all the bad dreams

on a white cloud he elevated
in the blue sky he evaporated
it's said he's reached the highest heavens
I hope he's living with the angels