Gates To The Slumbering Depths

Swept through the familiar lands of passing
Through this lethal sense of death's coldness
I'm standing above the place
Where breath shall perish
All is complete
The circle ends
At my own will

It's closing in
Right in my hands
In my innermost
Tranquillity descends

Over the borders of structures
I'm falling into dissolution
Nothingness and completion
A deathly shroud covers, descends

Tides of unconsciousness
Draw me in their roaring pulse
The depths of fathomless waters
Of the untouched, black vastness
Of the dreaming breathless

Pain had never existed in this form
These very last motions arise
Nothing of these dimensions
Nothing ties