Besedila:
Yob The Great Cessation

: Dreaming despair Hurricane s eye Swollen with dread Spinning locust Strain in the smile Chilling winter What always was Always will be Will be no

go Breathe in the space Before you were born Crashing waves Grief and pain Is washed away Open to The great cessation Waves wash away Memories Wane and fade Open to The great cessation