the killing fields have now gone quiet and you are torn apart by the cold winds what lies ahead behind the reapers grin a weight too heavy to be carried away as i step through the black mirror it is just a tiny step towards the chaos soon devouring cosmos as earth leaves behind new portals open am i trapped forever in this orbit of emptiness will i ever assimilate the more you suffer the more you see the more you give the more you gain the more you burn the more you can take