Sun Of The Dying Monolith
Another day of calm and cold in this ship
Waiting for a sign of mercy of our god
Meanwhile the ice bright like a silver knife
Behind the mist I suppose I see something dark
A cyclopean stone with many lights like stars
I can feel myself drowning
I'm still dreaming, I know
But I have to go
In my soul I feel the void is coming
Easing my fear and clouding my mind
Through Abyss my lord is calling
With whispers about the echoes of the past
Now I can see the world around me
The clarity of knowledge
Show me the emptiness of my existence
In my soul I feel the void is coming
Easing my fear and clouding my mind
Through Abyss my lord is calling
With whispers about the echoes of the past
In my soul I feel the void is coming
Easing my fear and clouding my mind
Through Abyss my lord is calling
With whispers about the echoes of the past