Fur Coats of Sorrowful Knights

I've been on this mountain top for some time
 I feel like I'm losing my mind
 My breath is so dry
 For forty days and forty something nights
 Swimming by the crimson tide is not right
 Lose your faith and rid the place of unholy plight
 Every second has flown right by
 In the cusp of the ever-changing night
 The Earth will not succumb to a thorn in its side
 The flowers grow as I feel my demise
 The dust of our bones fly passed the sunrise
 The Ancient Tree belongs to every being
 Its ancestry has birthed our every meaning
 The Ancient Tree belongs to you and me
 And every being in this galaxy
 As the cosmos flow to its epicenter
 And we end our conscious quest
 The dreams of all
 Are relinquished
 To the rest