The endless sea of utter darkness Inexistent womb of the Black Void I venture forth through the accursed gates In the golden valley of Zakarion Captured by the Deamon Life DESOLATION For a Desolate Hour OBLIVIONE Perception fills me with pure disgust For one brief and desolate hour I am trapped within the boundaries Of compressed time and repulsive space Captured by the Deamon Life DESOLATION For a Desolate Hour OBLIVIONE When the space shall finally collapse When time shall finally cease to flow When life shall cease to exist Then Death shall begin to live