A whisper along the edge of dawn. The darkness of night holding its breath. Suffering a cosmic loneliness. My constant shadow touched me. Blessing the whispers of the night. The voice of the underworld. Suffering in a lonesome wilderness. Night took on a deathly look. Dancing into the unknown. Now I see... I see their faces. Their eyes glowing in the night. Becoming one... Becoming Eternity. I listened to the voice of silence. Voices in the night... Sing your songs of despair. Mournful... Yet filled with joy.
night, becoming, voice, whisper, suffering