Speech of void,
nothing heard nor seen.
Silent and empty,
cold and clear.
There is no life,
there is no death.
Madness will consume me,
sanity will fade.
The tongues will voice themselves,
incoherent and blasphemous.
They draw me near.
"Nullus est omnium" they chant.
I see the world.
Ghostly and desolate.
Nullus est omnium.
