This ancient cavern fascinated him. 
He spent the hours there. 
He sat and thought. 
He sat and listened 
to the voice of drops and water tides. 
But one day everything changed. (х3)

He saw 
the thin strands 
of black smoke. 
They crawled 
from the dark
corners of the cavern 
and slipped right 
into the water. 

And then they came. 
The drowned. 
Blind eyes, fair-haired, and blue-green skin. 
They whispered the words under his skin, 
those, which he was afraid to hear. 
And they gave him the Book. 

+Immolation in the Light of Aurora+

He turned the last page and closed the book. 
He was [bad word] with the words he read. 
For the first time in a long time 
he felt the warmth in his chest. 

The Ancient Revelation. 
It sparked him. 
The spider webs of apathy pulled off 
and he stopped sinking into the grey waters 
of the melancholy. 
He looked in the mirror. 

(If you have a chance to make one step to put an end to this useless suffering called 
life and [bad word] a part of the something big and great, so great and pure that it will 
drive insane those who are weak in spirit, 
will you, will you make that step?(х2)).