"Awake, ye sleepless dreamers of dust and breath,
ye fleeting sons of clay and borrowed fire -
Here I rise from Death's untroubled breast
to walk again beneath your rotting sun.
I know the stillness none among you know,
where neither worm,
nor thought,
nor sorrow gnaws,
where Silence builds her alter of endless night,
and crowns Oblivion king of worldy desires.
But lo!
a Voice did rip from me the formless void,
a burning word that pierced the sacred dark
'ARISE'
it cried, and Death itself obeyed,
and I, unwilling, drank of life again.
O cursed gift!
O tyranny of light!
To wake once more within this house of bones,
to feel the lash of Time upon the soul,
to hunger of the night, the blessed, sacred respite from pain.
Ye praise the miracle - blind worms of Earth -
Ye clap your hands and laugh at the great victory appraised,
yet know ye not: to die is to be freed,
and life is yet the heavier chain, unbroken,
unmended,
unrepentant for its toils.
Blind fools that worship the tyrant sun,
afraid of the womb from which ye arose!
Blind fools that build your heavens from passing hours,
and sing the praises of the abhorred flesh!
Only Lazarus knows!
Only Lazarus knows."
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 9:11 PM UTC
"Awake, ye sleepless dreamers of dust and breath,
ye fleeting sons of clay and borrowed fire -
Here I rise from Death's untroubled breast
to walk again beneath your rotting sun.
I know the stillness none among you know,
where neither worm,
nor thought,
nor sorrow gnaws,
where Silence builds her alter of endless night,
and crowns Oblivion king of worldy desires.
But lo!
a Voice did rip from me the formless void,
a burning word that pierced the sacred dark
'ARISE'
it cried, and Death itself obeyed,
and I, unwilling, drank of life again.
O cursed gift!
O tyranny of light!
To wake once more within this house of bones,
to feel the lash of Time upon the soul,
to hunger of the night, the blessed, sacred respite from pain.
Ye praise the miracle - blind worms of Earth -
Ye clap your hands and laugh at the great victory appraised,
yet know ye not: to die is to be freed,
and life is yet the heavier chain, unbroken,
unmended,
unrepentant for its toils.
Blind fools that worship the tyrant sun,
afraid of the womb from which ye arose!
Blind fools that build your heavens from passing hours,
and sing the praises of the abhorred flesh!
Only Lazarus knows!
Only Lazarus knows."
