Underneath all, and closest to oblivion
Forever crashing the self into nothingness
While the world crushes and forces from above
A word based on nothing
The myth of the above
And the void of the below
Their false presence holds
The world upon Nihil
To the void...
The myth of the above
And the void of the below
Their false presence holds
The world upon Nihil
The crucible of all creation
Unknowingly descends
Churning on itself, creating substance
From the intolerably dense
As great plumes exhaust themselves to reach above
Yet are always dragged downwards
A world upon Nihil
Those who search for the false above
Or surrender to the vast plain of nothing
Are always pulled back into the elemental storm
Infinite diversity, stretching into vanishing
No transition between the searing flames in Maelstrom
The myth of the above
And the void of the below
Their false presence holds
The world upon Nihil