Into the void of nothingness, into the gap of my lonely soul, abstract dimension, vision of eternal defeat, their aim is going to fall down. Drops of blood, pound in the chalice of life, fallen tears, endless, distrust the passion and grief of that shape that ling created the blind way. And now, after several poured tears, what you call wat to light is slowly falling in the chasm where the darkness surrounds your naked souls, your path is broken off, while clouds are turning to black, and the sun is fading behind the hills (of hope). Thy fading throne, thy endless journey to where? Enter my darkest dimension, feel the whispering voice in the sunlight of my soul and then leave me in my silent pain.