No measures in this sempiternal void Somnambulate in searing stellar heat Slow cataclysmic embers, Sheer luminal presence Colours like bodies, So imperious their voice... Appearing the redeemer, unearthly idol Writhing pulsating spirit Nebular silence, a wistful Spell of the sleepless Colours like bodies, So menacing their chant... Sól, you keep a core rife With souls that burn my skin Grant me dead water for my sins to dwell And for dawn, will you leave it here The nebula onto all Of us will pray for night no more. We'll pray for night no more.