Ad infinitum, et in Nihilum, Tenebris
All is losing shapes
Vague symbols without meaning
We see no escape
We creep on a pavement full of tar
Scraping fresh scabs of our past
It connives our every step
We falsely take with hope of an end
Our mind is of no account
Storm shoves us as prey
Ad infinitum, et in Nihilum, Tenebris
All is loosing shapes
We see no escape
Take us back where the blood was red
Take us where it meant a world
Take us back where the blood was red
Take us back where we belong
Hold us strangled between the planes
To swallow sparks of obscurity
Take us back where the blood was red
Where we bowed to futility