Centuries pass slowly 
I'm looking at the appearing memories in silence 
There is no existence, only the neverending flotation 
In the sempiternal dark of cosmos 
The path has come to an end 
I've broken free from the earthly bound of my body 
That was a heavy stone on my soul 
I'm travelling in space 
I'm lonesome but not alone 
The stars are my companions 
They call me with their icecold brightness 
But they are far away from me and 
I'm suffering 
The permanent coldness shackles me 
Another dimension of existence it is 
As I am left by myself in the dark