In a sea of baron
Quantum fluctuation
Through dark forces
Polarize the divine balance
Like skeletons of trees
Void of consciousness
They are not of his blood
Nor his kin
The rift wanderer walks
Between the cracks of past civilizations
A foreigner within the realm of man
He is unfragile
Poisoned by the milk
From the creature's breast
Nature's burden becomes his
Becomes him
He does not seek reparations
But refuge in a grave
A cosmic tomb
Fit for the dead
They speak