There will be no sound
There will be no ground
Into the dark we fall
Before the coming dawn
The image lasting on and on
Impressions of the future call

The glass temple crumbles silently
Revealing the first glimpse of reality
Pain strikes into the callow mind
Never reaching the rigid kind
The wilful blind
The wilful blind

United into a state
Of perpetual motion
Coming as one
Universus
As one
Universus

Released into the hive
We strive and burn inside
To free the word
And free the mind
Leaving all fears behind
Touching the zenith, the zenith of life
Us-univers
Univer-us
Universus