As we enter the chasm, the cold dark emptiness glares back at us
The whirlpool, never ceasing, pulling us in
Falling downwards, seems like forever
Leaving the spiraling colours behind
Before us the tidal whirlwind plays with the solar orbits
Our future is behind us
We have no strength to go into the void
Where new worlds are created on the other side of night
We must search to find our homeland
Our true right by birth, the old Earth
No-one would believe the wise ones
We, the genocidal race, we knew it all
To kill and maim, our only pleasure
The plan came through, we escaped the final game