Under the stars and beneath the sun, in this indefinite realm
Being is beyond understanding, life-like yet just a dream
There are whispers from the other side, calling for a path to reason
But the desire of a lesser kind holds strong in the world of treason
It is only when the darkest hour approaches that our true nature is exposed
So the voice of reason remains but a whisper in the dark
Everything that begins end with the last of the two
Until They anew will arise form the ruin of that single spark
The one which is no more and that never was
For under the stars and beneath the sun, there is really nothing at all
Yet even so we choose this path, for only to watch the aftermath
Knowing all things come to an end, leave only broken
