Let us commence as moths drawn to their blackenings, Thanatos in our origins, closing in; spiraling across the void, all hope smothered by nothingness. With no Hell above nor Heaven below, all are destined to burn. Petrified, the burden of mortality reminds us all that we are alive. “They've fixed their eyes towards the sun, mesmerized, drawn in closer. I've seen so many satellites orbiting about their deaths, not their lives. We're drawing closer...closer...closer...” All that we've loved, all that we've valued and aspired to will wither and die and, whether we've lived it or not, we will forfeit our lives. Existence is a downward flowing river in which we are fated to drown. Take my hand, and these words; understand that we will always be alone.
Cold in the grave there is my lifeless body from which life may grow. I am in them and they are in me. I become eternity...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
