Evanescent figures walk by my side

As I silently cross the borders of night

Their voices gently push me through a solid prism of noise 



I hear them calling my name. 



Take me with you

Take me through you

on a journey over this absolute black 



The ghosts of psychic collapse

Walked by my side

As I vanished through the borders of night 



Where an image of purity and domination

Painted the sky of pale dead colors

And swept away the perfume

of that fucking absolute black.