Voidward, I walk

Voidward, I crawl

From a moonswing man that's glowingly volatile

Voidward, I fall.

Voidward, bending

Ending, ending

The sunswing burns like fire of the ghost

Ash nights impending.

I'm bending back into the void

My eyes staring up into black

Like a foreign film flickering with forked tongues.

Four wheels of sleep

Nine eyes of sleep

Four wheels of sleep

Six wings of sleep

Of sleep, of sleep.