As if nailed to the bed
 He lies motionless
 Drowning in the deafening wind Of a presence unknown
 With a feeling of being
 Lifted through the ceiling
 The Beckoning of Elysian Fields
 An Infinite prism
 Injecting all agendas
 Bartering life
 In exchange for absolution
 This knowledge will bring
 A horrendous intention
 Told throughout eons
 His return is definite
 Awakened by a sound
 Of an experiment’s malfunction
 Realizing he is in his lab and
 Far away from home
 Investigating disruptions
 He relinquished his chair
 As a familiar voice is heard
 Revealing past timelines
 With visions of a frozen world
 Parallels of a boundless one
 Who transcends dimensions
 He fights to focus
 For his work must be
 Kept in secret
 Sequestered in his research
 Learning to manipulate a stellar mass
 Defeated From years of
 Failure to find his purpose
 A formless being guides his hand
 To accelerate the machine
 Symphonies of endless destruction
 Play as the atoms collide
 The forming of a hollowed realm
 Only death and rebirth wait inside
 Accepting his destiny
 He faces the beast from his dreams
 Reflections are all that he sees
 A paradox he’s forced to repeat
 As the universe is slowly disassembled
 A former life is recalled by a king
 Understanding the one true intention
 He welcomes reawakening