Together all men dance for end
In unison with the Black God of War
Willingly a hand to destruction we'll lent
As to return to afar where we always were

As one the ships of humanity now sail
Towards the shores of a gaping, shapeless mouth
United we step through the gates of time
And in the one shall all then pass...

And once again there was
Yet existing in perfection
For seven short eternities
And all naught
in One
and...
NONE!