I hear the languages of south as a dark angel accepts me under her wings, with dry skin and soft eyes I head into oblivion through this tunnel of light. My heart appears new and unaccessible in divine blood. I lived without victory until now but right here in the milky light among monsters I thrive. I'm dying in joy. It's pure violence in my mind when I take account of the past I am handsome in my death, really beautiful soothed by my departing soul. Shifting away I don't care as it is no longer mine. I have a vision and now I step on to the bridge to learn the horrendous wisdom of life.