To drift in this infinite desert of Darkness, to swim in this endless oceans of dreams With the loneliness of the soul and the solitude of the heart What Should I do when all the stars burn out? What should I do when time makes me fall? The shapeless beauty of the stars in the cold darkened night sky Way too many moons over my head, Way too many winters making my heart cry When there's nothing else to be followed Nothingness brings peace to the dead heart that's hollow