When the womb of space is swelling for

Surplus of unreleased desires

Tremendous explosion takes place

Explosion that gives life to a new star

Its shine is not bright yet and its

Consciousness doesn't mature for thoughts production

But somewhere in the depths of nothingness

The black spider starts

To weave its fatal web

And the hunt begins

Faith, hope, just another lie

Hatred, cynicism, their seamy side

If you see a child, you will know what innocence is

If you meet an old man, you will find that you are not alone

If you run into reaper, you will

Understand that the hunt is over

When the womb of space

Is swelling for

Surplus of unreleased

Desires