The Darkness of the empty lands,
The sky stretched out like an open wound,
I'm here, and the air stands so still,
No one to bother me, as I'm alone.
Behold, oh mighty dreamless space,
My sorrows in the grain of sand.
What once was all, that fell from grace
Into the suffering that has no end.
Oh, daemons of the outer worlds,
With waving coats of shadow night,
You dwell in where my soul belongs,
You hear my desperate, howling cry.
And here I stand, but spirit goes
Into the maelstrom of the distant worlds,
I am alive and more than ever,
Surrounded by the lands of Never,
And Universe repeats my breath,
For there's no thing like life and death.