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 – Satan’s 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 Satan’s galaxy