[...] Days that will never
come and see us in this place
of oblivion.

Memories, feelings,
the dreams of forgotten beings,
they all are gone now.

Eaten by the void,
the void that hungers for more,
for your holy blood.

[...]

The pain eternal,
the pain of pain itself, yes,
the pain of the gods.

And as one of them,
you will surely know the pain.
The pure suffering.

[...]

What if dreams were just
metaphors for other words,
like lies are for thruth?

Indeed, the lies are
words of truth for you cannot
get any closer. [...]