There, light upon the East. Nights turn into sand. Every second, pitiless, they fall from my hand. Days burn into wait, salt upon each hour, down upon my face. Just turn away into that nevermore. Raven wing dark, and caludron cast every curse upon me. In torrents thick as mud. Spin those spells, siren calls, and Charybdis awaits me. Turn away, from that light upon the East. So I walk away forevermore.
– Mitsuo Tanaka