Scorched by time and death
 And a bloated sun long since shriveled
 The waste lies cold before me
 God's creation ground to a shroud that stretches
 From horizon to horizon
 When all are dead
 And all is gone

 Not a breath stirs the air
 The faded moon finds only dust
 Crowded in the grip of a celestial wrath
 Forever drifting through infinite frozen void
 I exalt, alone at last

 From horizon to horizon
 When all are gone
 At last descends the silence

 Wide awake to receive this bliss
 Free of hate, free of pain, free of the need to escape
 Everflowing, everglowing abyss
 Drink my spirit, beget new shape

 For even ruins shall reminisce
 In powdered bone the lark of djinns and jinxes
 And from afar the story hiss
 And lucid moans of copulating sphinxes