There is no sunrise There has never been a rain Only an emptiness No time, No fear, No pain No bodies crying out No one has yet to pray No light has shone on down There has never been a day No shadows spreading out No moon and earth yet spin Only an entitiy A god who made nothing Drowned in his loneliness Being the only one Living eternity In a time before the sun Form contrast or colors hue Have yet to meet an eye The endless pins of light Not yet to greet the sky No throughts of seven days To create everything A spirit roams the void A god who rules nothing Consuming infinite No end, No beginning Reins in his vacuous Has no thoughts of me Wrapped in his onlyness Being the lonely one Being the only thing In a time before the sun No tide yet leap onto A never ending shore No here after No beginning , No before A pitless nothingness That reaches deep within Soul serching void extends Black velvet, Blank abyss A spirit crying out For someone to adore A pounding emptiness Wants and needs for more Tired of his loneliness Being the only one He sees a coming In a time before the sun