Event Horizon کے بول

Nunca foi silencioso no vazio We are made of star stuff Among aeons of dark matter Far beyond imagination It’s not silent in the void Vivisection of dimensions Exit door from the universe Intersection of binded fates An entrance for the ancient perverse Crossing portals Null gravity for abysmal love We are ghosts of ourselves Echoes from a distant future Beyond all boundaries Lies a folded space-time Visions from our own black holes There is no coming back All is forever lost In this endless event horizon