Underneath all, and closest to oblivion
Forever crashing the self into nothingness
While the world crushes and forces from above
A word based on nothing

The myth of the above
And the void of the below
Their false presence holds
The world upon Nihil

To the void...

The myth of the above
And the void of the below
Their false presence holds
The world upon Nihil

The crucible of all creation
Unknowingly descends
Churning on itself, creating substance
From the intolerably dense
As great plumes exhaust themselves to reach above
Yet are always dragged downwards
A world upon Nihil

Those who search for the false above
Or surrender to the vast plain of nothing
Are always pulled back into the elemental storm

Infinite diversity, stretching into vanishing
No transition between the searing flames in Maelstrom

The myth of the above
And the void of the below
Their false presence holds
The world upon Nihil