Through the fields of scars and wounds Shining with dim light of non-existence
What tranquility! What sweet peace! What inward serenity! What supreme felicity and earnest of bliss! To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit That mankind has been weaving for millennia And face the most horrible truth of all
Every single dream shattered, trampled and lost Every single word silenced for ever, and evermore
Descent, regress into prime, hideous, beautiful nothingness
