There's a pane,
Sunset flame.
There's a candle lit.
There is a grave,
With your name,
Right under your feet.

There's a song,
Something's wrong.
There's a mirror veiled.
There's no place.
There's no face,
No one to be failed.

There's your name.
There's no shame.
There's a path in the mist.
There's no wrong.
There's no song.
There is nothing. Bliss.