If only the world had just one neck If only the sun would swell and turn black If only the skies would come crashing down Non time is advent Et Nihil Est
Scrawled on a wall are words writ in vain Their meaning is lost, discarded inane Life loveth life is the best man can offer There'll be nothing to love when lain on death's altar Non Time is advent Et Nihil Est
Lashed by a hand the skin is bled white Reasons for living have been offered and failed Death's bed were making as we face the night Darkness is falling the world is impaled
All visions all dreams all systems and structures A progression toward and end is a progression of death We are death's dowry, we are death's estate All life is but vermin that feeds on decay