Nunca foi silencioso no vazio
We are made of star stuff
Among aeons of dark matter
Far beyond imagination
It’s not silent in the void
Vivisection of dimensions
Exit door from the universe
Intersection of binded fates
An entrance for the ancient perverse

Crossing portals
Null gravity for abysmal love
We are ghosts of ourselves
Echoes from a distant future
Beyond all boundaries
Lies a folded space-time
Visions from our own black holes
There is no coming back
All is forever lost
In this endless event horizon