Created for life, sentenced to doom Nobody will escape the black jaw that clasps our destiny In the end of all time The last grain of sand In the spiral of being will come to a border from where is no return
The horizont of events My eyes are black The horizont of events The secret is on the other side
The light I don't see The empty space around My existence is reawakening The beginning of a pure substance ...
Ransom subtance
Frozen in time, flamed to nothingness I return to the womb of creation.
The motive force turns our faces To the gate of eternal consciousness. The horizont of event ... A place where nobody heard your last breath ...