Lifeless as life itself
Spiritless as spirit itself
I have turned on the world
I have turned on the matter of being

When humanity fades to become what humanity is,
Existence become the ever beginning desert
And all but the truth is the burden to bear,
What an emerald stone / what a desolate truth

The carrier of a blackened sun
The sun of renewal
Salt is the seal which have sealed the night
It's vaultes to be opened by sadness alone

Painless as pain itself
Scarless as the scar itself
The world is not what turns around
The world is not what goes around
All that's left is the grief,
Of an existence of searching the nightsky

The carrier of a blackened sun
The sun of renewal
Sad is the constellation
Where the vaults lay hidden

And if I dream of this shining
I await deaths call
The calling for mortal flesh
To fertilize the soil of tomorrow