A coming of pitch black night Oh, otherly world Nocturnal recurrence Comatose, comatose stale Roaring macrocosmic winds Three stars lit Casket lid, casting glimpse Time taking shape, bottomless pit Uncomfortable silence There is no life, there is only death Recurrence Eternal return Eternal recurrence Journey towards the stars Endless light Self-similar forms Infinite number of times Across infinite time Horror unveiled, come what may Release me from this womb, never to return Horror unveiled, come what may Release me from this tomb, never to return Roaring macrocosmic winds Three stars lit There is no life, there is only death Eternal recurrence Descend Transcend Succumb Behold There is only death Coming of pitch black night Oh, otherly world Nocturnal recurrence Comatose, comatose stale