Desperately Ablaze, From the Lowest Lair Lyrics

Along steps that I acknowledge as mine
Nerve's wrath quiets down
Yet, these trails no longer belong to me

August fires ignite this blackness
which recalls an instant's whiff:
Crimson crowns wither in tears and dust
On my whole body
An eyed corolla always blooms
Deep concealed inside my pride's fog

They peer into my sin
I deserve their condemnation:
Of my purple lymph, from the lowest lair oozed
There will blaze a last, desperate ascent
I yearn for oblivion:

Infinite times I enjoyed
A luminous legacy
Infinite times I nourished
Infinite times I fed
A smoke filled truth

What will be is silent, but what has been speaks
Through its own voice, an echo of its sentence
The silver river reflects what's become ash
But no longer those moments belong to me

Seven pairs of opal wings
Riding upon six triads of ebony hooves
Piercing the sulfurous horizon

In my miserable tension to infinity
Every bone, every fiber was shattered
The irony of beholding eternity... to throw it away

"But my seed is an empty shell"

Who sows won't harvest, but my seed is an empty shell
And no one will get its fruits

No peak will be worth the traveled path
No summit will revere the valley from which arose