How do you picture the vision of your heaven? How do you paint the dread of your hell? What if there is no answer to be given No truth to be revealed Far from self - comforting lies Far from self - deceiving truths Silence is waiting for us Counting down our reunion This gaping void Always distant. Forever near Seductive void Never to be known I pity you. O seekers of God I pity you. O born of the night As neither above nor below Shall see your redemption I taste brimstone and my tongue becomes fire I melt my lips so my words become mute From within I burn myself to ashes I leave it all as a story untold I run from self - comforting lies I run from self - deceiving truths Silence is waiting for me Counting down our reunion This gaping void Always distant. Forever near Seductive void Never to be known We shall always roll our stones Up the hill And each time we shall fail Until there is no more to roll No top to be reached And no us to try For no question shall be answered No sin forgiven No deed remembered And on the day Utter tranquility shall be given away In all its horrifying glory No wisdom but confusion Born of this great disclosure No wisdom but confusion Near death revelations Attracted by the blinding light Like moths we fly towards the fiery end With hope to conquer the skies We throw ourselves into the void again