At the end of existance
You are, at last...
In front of you
The white walls of nothingness
Surrounding the council of your sins
Seven thrones are there to be seen
Occupied by six crushing figures
Leaving the central one empty
While all are poiting towards you
As you enter the gates
Your hands are grapsed
By a crying black angel
And a smiling, full of ligt, one
In front of the thrones you now stay
Down on your knees
And so says the weeping darkness:
"I love you!"
You then see yourself
In your sweet wedding dress
The sky is full of faces
Shouting: "You will be happy"
But three of the thrones
Explode in thunder voices:
"No!"
Then the laughing light
Tells with a gentle voice:
"I love you!"
There you are naked
The faces cry in desire
One thing arising from them:
"Pleasure is yours"
But the other three thrones
Burn while yelling:
"No!"
Both angels are now gone
Along with six thrones
Along with the faces
Yet someone is there
Appeared on the last throne
Gazing directly in your eyes
And coming to take both your hands
Whispering:
"I love you!"
How do you then see yourself?
How do you then see yourself, my dear?
For that one who was waiting for you
At the end of existance
Is very well here,
Inside of you
