In a Chasm of Stone - Denominate

Infinity, the obvious to existence

Aeons beyond it goes on

Passes us in bottomless oceans

Where sleeps the one to awaken

Beneath endless streams of ideas

Goes on without a thought

Beneath endless dreams, without a life to lose

Not all may fit into a lifetime

Yet more than one to a dying moment

The memory fades, and the old

Be reborn

In a chasm, of solid stone

The echoes breach silences' walls

Devouring deep below the solid

Time yet come to awaken

A premonition of coming days

Ominous, dreary dreams of extinction

A lonely echo cried:

«It is the power, the power behind a name

The mind’s shadow that blocks out even the brightest light»

If a dream is a shadow

The idea, a fragment of the fact

If the truth is solid, we are the rupture

Not all may fit into a lifetime

Yet more than one to a dying moment

The memory fades, and the old

Be reformed

The light always casts a shadow

In darkness it controls

In ways man can’t comprehend

This world unfolds

A premonition of coming days

The silence for us it provides

The surreality hides us within

In darkness we’re disguised

And found within we are again