Oh harbinger of death and shadowed sorrow
We bow in your dominion that we may borrow
Just one more minute of precious lasting life
Even if it means to live in sacrificial strife
...
In the numinous nebulous clustering clouds
The sacred soul of man in creation
Within the homogeneous hemispheres of consciousness
A sapient spark in consummation
...
Let the universe swallow my slaving soul
As the sorrows surround the sinking shoal
The light lingers before it falls on my face
Edacious echoes engulfed will embrace
...
The End Of Time
Oh harbinger of death and shadowed sorrow
We bow in your dominion that we may borrow
Just one more minute of precious lasting life
Even if it means to live in sacrificial strife
Your wrath is like a raging running bull
You make us dormant when our end is full
You smite down souls within their prime
The destroyer of worlds your name is time.