Time runs slow, I feel the winds are cold,
The void with open arms waits for me to land.
Forms and energy flowing away,
reigning life, mighty multiverse,
millions years of wisdom.
What reaches our life to know will never be enough

endless dimension, the cosmos born is again
'cause time can't stop.
Those who sailed in the triangle wait for us there above,
will hear the sound, music of the spheres silent choir.

Void with open arms waits for us to land.
Feel the winds are cold where no one has gone before

And when the darkest energy comes...
to grab what destiny sends,
what reaches our lifes to live,
no matter we got no choice.