‘Tis but the cycle of life, timeless.
The river left its bed;
‘Tis but the cycle of life, bewildered.
Times of end and renewal have come;
Unstoppable and merciless is the Reaper
Crushing all that stands in its path;
For it’s the marching of time and the cycle of life
For the strong perish and the weak survive.

An ephemeral occurrence in a vast cycle;
A concept one could never fully grasp;
My redemption! A punishment, a cleansing for my sins.
As it strikes, the world around me crumbles;
As I go through Hell and Heaven, oceans and mountains, stars and planets;
I see It.
A Forgotten Deity, a Harbinger of Chaos, a Creator of life.
What it is, I do not know;
What it does, I do not know;
In a crow-white space, I feel It all around me
Its voice echoing from a distant past,
Its words vibrating through my mind and being,
And hitting me as a relic of another space
A revelation: It’s all mine, for I am the end and rebirth of this world.