The Time drifts backwards to the Moment of Nothingness.
Only weeping and silent Questions in the deep... deep Dark.
There, somewhere, in the Whirlwind of Pain.
Her Face gleams of Satisfaction.
Victory and Glory light the hollow Fields.
In the glow of the Flames sounds the Avalanche of Thoughts.
For the Moment of its Birth, the Heaven there awaits for nothing.
only Calmness and the everlasting Flow of the Time dance, wrap and join in it`s Force.
There, somewhere, in the Whirlwind of Pain.
Her Face gleams of Satisfaction.
Victory and Glory light the hollow Fields.
In the glow of the Flames sounds the Avalanche of Thoughts.
She casts the Shadows of the eternal Night upon their Souls.
The Innocents yield, drown in their Benevolence.
For our Hearts we wish the Pain to bring the Wisdom...
...to give its Power to crush the Feeble.
In the Void there is the Lust of the Dark.
There, somewhere, in the Whirlwind of Pain.
Her Face gleams of Satisfaction.
Victory and Glory light the hollow Fields.
In the glow of the Flames sounds the Avalanche of Thoughts.
