Something goes wrong, when you are searching, unending “but if i'm mad, what the others are ?” Confronted to reality, you're just giving, and giving, for nothing, and without end. Without end. You must always live, everything is made for, fearing, what is known, since the beginning. This is for you, all of you. All of you Beyond the Abyss, getting drunk in the treetops, I contemplate this world, where the light declines. And cursing the name, the God that I give up, I get to your domain and free myself. I enter a realm, under the heavens ablaze, country where psalms have replaced phrases. Another night of wandering, amid these shadows, where the lost souls run aimlessly. And when the ignorants ever dream to an end. The shadow out of time. The hunter of the dark. First chapter, thank the master. Without end, always lives. First chapter, ever dream to an end, where the light declines, first chapter.