4.

Lighthouse
   
Dead house, from the very first
I beckon forth
Forth to conquer
and deliver
all of you, all of you weak souls
Your is the eternal damnation
As I dream and my mind is lost
from madness
the eternal fire
rise from it, it’s time

Descending

Again, from my being
you separate
afraid to burn, to burn, to cry!
and again, you are full of yourself
but tired of the journey
the advent in this woods
of hope