Being in progress No one s able to leave Without permission Separation It always comes on time No one s allowed to decide The complex nature Of the universe A conceal order In the dark of night Chaos and madness Too close to be seen The end is a myth A wish to be dead I am going out of time Can feel the past aeons They re coming back to me The regions that so far have Been inaccessible They re all within my reach Before my eyes some demons Are collecting dead thoughts to Be resuscitated The limping god is dancing Blind angels see again The city s flourishing I am there I am it Long forgotten light Suffuses the place Time is defeated Power of the dead Penetrates my mind Voices from beyond Recite The Future Your names are carved In a stone The one that Will never crumble This realm has neither Beginning nor end The stars though dead Will shine again