Lyrics Departure - Denominate

Departure

And then one day it was to take place
Though not the way anyone would have predicted
Not in the form of cataclysmic fire
But the absence of the very essence of its burning force
Dissipate!
Across the starry heavens
Cold, as hell…
Sixty million and eight
The lengths of mercy
They go unseen
We witness too late that Light hides a darker shade
Nothing travels across the vast space
Gaping black jaws tighten their frozen bit
From birth raised to never look up
«It will burn your sight»
Too clar and bright it shines
The beautiful dream ending in insight
What will become of life without light?
Without a warning
To some the last day would call forth the final night
And the other half less fortunate
It would never beget a dawn