As these bleak moments of nothingness, I depart from the decaying ash
I wander into the mists of darkness, it forms into nothing
Just as I come from the void, I return to it with arms embracing

The morning rises and I see the moor in the fog
I enter into the gates of a forgotten dream
Beneath the moor, beneath my soul
Breathe out the last, breathe in the first

My cold distance, a whisper tells me to come farther down
Hide from the light and you cannot be seen
Dwell in the dark and you cannot be heard
Die alone with only a dead whisper in your head

I awake, but all is wrong, all is gone
It was all around me, but I died to it
Come, we await you I hear
But nothing is there