The Nightmare Of Being

Within its black womb
The edge of a dreamless void
Into an abyss dead

The primal chaos
In its most naked form
Submit to its blind laws

The fragmentation of
The starving universe
Turn, black
A life without world

Into an abyss of
Pure lucidity
Pitch, black
Our poisonous veil

Upon the wheel of lies
In morbid sleep of death

To perpetuate
Our impermanence
Turn, black
Our poisonous veil

The negativity
And the phenomena
Pitch, black
A life without world

The parasites of the subconscious
Our perception – From the arc of the skull
The indifference illuminated
And to nothingness we will return

The swarming absence, in darkened minds
Under a monochrome sky
Our dimension – Under attack
And now the beacon turns black

The fragmentation of
The starving universe
Our poisonous veil

Into an abyss
Of pure lucidity
Our poisonous veil

Disintegration of our masters
All of their radiance and their truth
As we vanish into havoc
And the unfathomable

The nightmare of being
Now our mutations roam blind
The nightmare of being

The nightmare of being
Now our mutations roam blind
The nightmare of being