Conceived in eternal darkness, Feeding us without knowing Of true hate and vengeance. Growing stronger every time, Through hate and cruelty. That pleasant loneliness, that warm obscurity That we forgot once we were born. That sheltered us in our birth. Getting out of this, the divine obscurity, And come across with the fake light of Hope The one that eats us up and drive us, Closer to obcurity. Night feels good, The loneliness of obcurity and peace. Involves releasing hate and desperation. The only thing left us is to lie in the bed of the eternal obscurity.