Son, you got nothing from me
other than wounds and despair
Then cry not
You shall inherit me
Answer you yes,
and know what you have must pass
A gust of wind, doors are slamming shut
A mouth declares the content of the testament

Without warmth or cold
In abscence of light or dark
Never to silence or clamour
To this place neither
god or demon has access
You are safe from angel and devil
Here dwells no relatives, no friends
So too with your enemy

Beyond the content of life, human child
remains my message and your father’s inheritance
See, now I withdrew the veil
Nothing forever
Forever not a thing!