"The sounds of sands shifting fill my mind,
distant yet always near and drawing nearer.

The strengthening beats of my heart of stone
send waves of puissant force through my body.

My bones offered in ash, my flesh taken by rock.
My blood swims with ever shifting sands.

Removed from a cycle which leads nowhere,
my path is laid in the Earth. Father's Earth.

An apostate of the cycle, a son of Undeath.
A bringer of desiccation, to snuff the spirit.

I ask for nothing yet want for all.
I give everything yet have nothing.

De yuki wo Aran wo Abdal."

Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 4th of Slyphian, in the year 464 MA.