Await the impossible,
Touch the infinity:
That’s the way to bridge the void
Between our minds.

Churn the dead; bring them closer to our minds,
Buried in their ideas we will find
Salvation.

Churned,
Ground,
Torn apart:
The hourglass is done!

Time reflects
Our emptiness,
Brings our minds to pieces.

Churned,
Ground,
Torn apart:
The hourglass is done!

Piercing through the hourglass,
Salvation is the silence
That was born from the unborn.