In depths of the night, with Darkness, The Supreme.
A sleeper wakes in dread, from a cold lucid dream.
Promising none but shadows, offering none but gloom,
Yet whispers the fate, that I'll never see a tomb.

Darkness is not what it seems, don't you see?
It’s more than just absence of light, or a scheme.
It’s a haven of the ageless, a world of its own.
Where souls never burn. Where infinity is...