What means imagination

If not the trigger

To pure hell?

The chaos nova of our vision

Closed the fissure of the night

After the mirror of the void was scared

By shapeless horns Satans galaxy

Seeing through five triangular shapes

We are so close to this dimension

As the center erects a spiral

Uniting us without bridges

We swim in a chalice of cataklysm

The pentagrams dynamism

The chlorophyll of liquid dreams

Cloaks the lords of apocalypse

As the distortion in the tapestry shows me

What they cannot see

Reborn by the burial of syndrome

This pure flight of transparency

Mutating into the new circle of power

I gave death to whom

I gave death to me

An exchange of the links below

The geometry of madness fulfilled

I breed into new unzoned trance

United in parallel

Genetic eternities

By shapeless horns

Satans galaxy