Centuries pass slowly
I'm looking at the appearing memories in silence
There is no existence, only the neverending flotation
In the sempiternal dark of cosmos

The path [bad word] to an end
I've broken free from the earthly bound of my body
That was a heavy stone on my soul

I'm travelling in space
I'm lonesome but not alone
The stars are [bad word] They call me with their icecold brightness

But they are far away from me and I'm suffering
The permanent coldness shackles me
Another dimension of existence it is
As I am left by myself in the dark