I revolted with the Earth in uncertainty and without name
I have lived my lives without counts
My life, just a second of a dream in trans-stellar space
A little stop on a way from one unknown chasm to the other
Fragile pulsation of my anti-life, vagueness of crystal-clear oblivion from which the temptress-life has called me for one short unfortunate instant
In a frenzy of despair, in oppressive dismal atmosphere of seclusion, in a lack of interest in life
Without stimulus, yearnings and hopes I continue my way through deep space and parallel horizons neither dead nor dreaming
Thousand times for one my breath madness and unmadness has traded places
I'm a source of unpurity
My world, a veil which hid cosmic chaos
I'm ritual, reiterate dead world's mantra:
"That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die"
Magical blood rised from the depths of my heart
I revive the world with my blood
I call my name by myself
