Centuries pass slowly I'm looking at the appearing memories in silence There is no existence, only the neverending flotation In the sempiternal dark of cosmos
The path has come to an end I've broken free from the earthly bound of my body That was a heavy stone on my soul
I'm travelling in space I'm lonesome but not alone The stars are my companions They call me with their icecold brightness
But they are far away from me and I'm suffering The permanent coldness shackles me Another dimension of existence it is As I am left by myself in the dark