In my lucid dreams of hell, the nightmare soon begins,
open my shattered perspectives of the world.
Eclipsing the true beauty, and the dim mist,
arisen from those ashes, which where eclipsed.
The North Star I searched, and I have found what I shall love,
the light upon the darkening sky, the North Star, where I shall die.
Those beams, so magnificent upon the forest,
how the light is reflected upon the lakes of night.
The North Star is, and shall forever be, my true guiding light.