There is no sunrise
There has never been a rain
Only an emptiness

No time, No fear, No pain
No bodies crying out
No one has yet to pray

No light has shone on down
There has never been a day


No shadows spreading out
No moon and earth yet spin
Only an entitiy

A god who made nothing
Drowned in his loneliness
Being the only one

Living eternity
In a time before the sun


Form contrast or colors hue
Have yet to meet an eye
The endless pins of light

Not yet to greet the sky
No throughts of seven days
To create everything

A spirit roams the void
A god who rules nothing


Consuming infinite
No end, No beginning
Reins in his vacuous

Has no thoughts of me
Wrapped in his onlyness
Being the lonely one

Being the only thing
In a time before the sun


No tide yet leap onto
A never ending shore
No here after

No beginning , No before
A pitless nothingness
That reaches deep within

Soul serching void extends
Black velvet, Blank abyss


A spirit crying out
For someone to adore
A pounding emptiness

Wants and needs for more
Tired of his loneliness
Being the only one

He sees a coming
In a time before the sun