We want, this fire so burns our brain tissue, to drown in the abyss - heaven or hell, who cares ? Through the unknown, we'll find the new.

Fancy a thousand wondrous forms
descries more wildly great than ever
pencil drew,
Rock, torrents, gulfs, and shapes of 
giant size,
And glittering cliffs on cliffs, and fiery 
ramparts rise.

In the deep wingdings of the grove,
No more the hag obscene,
And grisly phantom dwell;
Nor in the fall of mountain-stream,
Or roar of winds, is heard the 
angry spirit's yell.