We vanish one by one, until we are gone
nothing but silent screams
Echoing down the empty halls of eternity

Displaced by flora or covered in colossal snowdrifts
Dilapidated buildings
haunted
By the
silhouettes of ghastly midnights past

Ashes where we had once stood before God as man
screamingly sentient
made of rotten creation
Our life the echo of a shrieking moan

Let us Leave the pallid stars behind with a mad laughter
Reach out, touch the abyss
God and man are dead ! Rejoice!
What a joyous revolt!
Divine notes from blasphemous flutes conduct a symphony from beyond time
Dive headfirst into the deep black rift
And become eternity