Black dream is the space

Process all that there's for you

Melt it into a one big mess

Sort it out

No rest for my mind

All dried out

Can't call myself

A healthy young man

In awe of thy

Masters of frozen time

Oblivion blessed be

All the things entombed

Chemical visions

One for me please

Great mechanism

Behind it all

Oblivion - awe

Humble guardians of the secrets

Eyes that have seen the seasons