| Of deepest density and weakness. | |
| You find a way, perfection, enlightenment. | |
| The brawling river in you. | |
| The golden lake is oh so close, almost arrived and shadows resolve. | |
| See the flames, they lead you. | |
| Step over dashing stones through thorny underwood to the brawling river in you. | |
| No more whispering that narrows. | |
| ...darkness that binds. | |
| ...blindness that hurts. | |
| ...weakness that bleeds. |