Lifeless as life itself
Spiritless as spirit itself
I have turned of 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 burden to bear
What an emerald stone, what a desolate truth

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

Painless as pain itself
Scarless at 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 formortal flesh
To fertilize the soil of tomorrow