From the red core up to the black sky
Back to the center of beeing
To invoke and remove, back to the blackness of nothing
Yet unborn with aligned thought to enter instinctly unflawed immesurable regions

shining nebula, aimlessly wandering around
An unknown center
The unknown in very [bad word]  is everything
And also nothing

Watch the storms of the life
The tragedies strike deep to the soul

The wings are spread, the die is cast
For the jewel of eternal life, drop the scythe of death
Back to the blackness of an endless nothing
Back to the blackness of nothing

shining nebula, aimlessly wandering around
An unknown center
The unknown in very [bad word]  is everything
And also nothing
Watch the storms of life
The tragedies strike deep to the soul

Oh immortal soul that spirit be purified