Never Again Will They Hunger - Over the Voids...

He grapsed paddle to cruise the void

Like he couldn’t ever grasp air

And sloop got stuck between the clouds

And in the spyglass he finally saw

Among braids of thorns that cause pain no more

Death’s dreams

Non esurient, neque sitient amplius

Nec cadet super illos sol, neque ullus æstus:

Quoniam umbra, quae in medio throni est, reget illos

In darkness we are all brothers

Siblings studying silence

In darkness we are all brothers

Rigid scholars of mptiness