Into the black hole Searching the crystal Making the veins bleed
The source of consciousness Alive Crystalline resonance
Into the black hole Searching the crystal Making the veins bleed
A deep breath before the plunge One million voices Dispelling A thousand faces Disarming Running through the darkness Holding hearts in my eyes Falling short of gauntlet Covered in blood-sucking flies The touch is cold I tore a path screaming through wind and blood I will it all Burning deep in my skull