Between Times - Rotting Christ

The drums of time I have stopped

The ecstatic quietude

Sucks up every fear

And every desire

Illusions of the moment

Featureless figures

Intensified feelings

I’m running behind my shadow

In this vastness

I can feel your presence

I cannot understand

Your misleading words

Inconceivable beauty

Sweet melody

Forgotten senses

Are waking up

Dark is the night

Always and never

This is the time

Of total purification

Lost in thoughts

Trying to touch

The perfect moment

But the clock strikes again