Stream of time has been broken Blessed is the infernal soul Dark desire has awoken And I see the angels fall In the moments of silence As the wind has abated The clouds of black come in sight Downpour the tears of god Sailing down on the tears of god On the way to oblivion And we sleep without dreaming In the eternal wake of the leer From beyond the end is creeping Fleeing bliss redressed by agony From above the eye is leering For what has been and what will ever be.