There is no sunrise   There has never been a rain   Only an emptiness   No time, No fear, No pain   No bodies crying out   No one has yet to pray   No light has shone on down   There has never been a day      No shadows spreading out   No moon and earth yet spin   Only an entitiy   A god who made nothing   Drowned in his loneliness   Being the only one   Living eternity   In a time before the sun      Form contrast or colors hue   Have yet to meet an eye   The endless pins of light   Not yet to greet the sky   No throughts of seven days   To create everything   A spirit roams the void   A god who rules nothing      Consuming infinite   No end, No beginning   Reins in his vacuous   Has no thoughts of me   Wrapped in his onlyness   Being the lonely one   Being the only thing   In a time before the sun      No tide yet leap onto   A never ending shore   No here after   No beginning , No before   A pitless nothingness   That reaches deep within   Soul serching void extends   Black velvet, Blank abyss      A spirit crying out   For someone to adore   A pounding emptiness   Wants and needs for more   Tired of his loneliness   Being the only one   He sees a coming   In a time before the sun