Into the Void, Into the Soul

Deep, deep black is all that exists

            here in the formless void.

Darkness reigns with iron fists

            that leave all hope destroyed.

Chaos roams with rampant cries,

            shrieking and wreaking strife.

There is no movement in the skies,

            there are no signs of life.

But over the void there hovers a breath,

            bearing a secret so bright.

Then, without fear, He dives into death

            and plunges into the night.

He then bursts forth in glorious day

            and the evil is overcome.

The darkness is scattered in every which way

            by the righteous, victorious Son!

Bogged with burdens, beaten by fear,

            broken by endless tolls,

There is no purpose thriving here

            within this hopeless soul.

There are only chaos, death, and hate,

            darkness, rage, and ire.

This spirit is crushed by the heaviest weight

            and its life is about to expire.

But over the soul there hovers a breath,

            bearing a secret so bright.

Then, without fear, He dives into death

            and plunges into the night.

He then bursts forth in glorious day

            and the evil is overcome.

The darkness is scattered in every which way

            by the righteous, victorious Son!