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