Together all men dance for end In unison with the Black God of War Willingly a hand to destruction we'll lent As to return to afar where we always were
As one the ships of humanity now sail Towards the shores of a gaping, shapeless mouth United we step through the gates of time And in the one shall all then pass...
And once again there was Yet existing in perfection For seven short eternities And all naught in One and... NONE!