The house, the stormnFeather and tarnnArt, existencenThe flower in the sewernnThe day of mourn are passnAll sorrow asidenI finally arrivednIn a realm I thought not be truenHere I dwell forevernEternal easenFound a lotus in the sewernA lake for the swordnNo longer sick of runningn- no longer scared of burningnnThe world has silencednThe voices are gonenI made oil my waternAnd dust my airnFound relief, salvationnQuit the downward spiralnSad years, bygonenFuture - the brightest whitennGrand, imperial peacenI left the wretched, the scarrednDespise all griefnAntagonism obsolete