we're restin' on the universe splinters  our voices expirin' in the infinite  our swords prickin' into the emptiness  our eyes seeing neither light nor darkness    spaces of passin' existence  much vanity without the end  and as far as in the border of survive  we struggle for a knowledge of eternity    absence of life    temporary being of insignificancy  we don't manage to watch  the slipping past of the time  elapsing seconds stands for centuries  and we expire in an ignorance    absence of life  in the passing  in the uncertainty  in the insignificancy    only a slight fragment of time  is defined for life  so slight in the world's history  that we can paint at ourselves  as the lost existences  it depends on us  whether we will remain so also after our death!    absence of life