Evanescent figures walk by my side As I silently cross the borders of night Their voices gently push me through a solid prism of noise I hear them calling my name. Take me with you Take me through you On a journey over this absolute black The ghosts of psychic collapse Walked by my side As I vanished through the borders of night Where an image of purity and domination Painted the sky of pale dead colors And swept away the perfume Of that fucking absolute black.