| The Moonlight shattered across the breaking waves |
| In the distance the dark clouds swell and grow… As the storm approaches |
| The rain starts to create a haze of sorrow |
| Its soft sound breaking the eerie silence before the darkness |
| As the wind picks up rotten dead leaves |
| bushing against my face, |
| dead and frail like this broken shell |
| they disintegrate into oblivion |
| This night of never ending turmoil |
| This storm of distorted time |
| The hunger for the end |
| yet the strength to go on |
| to be one with the storm and all its destructive force |
| to be one with all that is and was |
| all that destroys thus created |
| The blood in our veins that has been passed on since the first dawn |
| and the dusk that takes our breath away |
| feeding the blackness in our hearts |