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