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