And after years in dark tunnels
  he came to silence
  
  there was nothing...
  
  he realised that the cheering cries of worship
  were but echoes of his harsh outspoken word
  reflecting back at him from cold and naked walls
  in hollow circles fled illusions of wisdom he had heard
  
  "From nothing came all I ever knew"
  
  and he beheld the ruins
  of an empire torn apart
  yet, no grief nor rage did bind him
  just silent and bewildered
  by the emptiness
  he stumbled off his throne
  
  suddenly, the walls around him cracked wide open
  and an endless void appeared in flickering, grey light
  "What force, but silence, has deprived me of my coil?
  
  No trail to guide me. No point of reference in sight."
  
  "By nothing, resurrection will be pure."
  
  and he beheld the ruins
  of an empire torn apart
  wiping dust off his shoulders
  just silent now
  in this emptiness
  leaving all behind
  
  step by step
  past all past
  slowly he approached the surface
  nothing left
  to sacrifice
  the mirrors mocked him on the way