There's no mind capable of grasping the beauty
Of pure primal chaos, its quantum genius
It contains the essence but not false definitions
Beyond the verge of countless times and dimensions
Being reached once, and never come back
All the mundane paths meet in a tiny point
All that have existed, all that will just exist
All that have never happened and whenever took place
Time rules over the flesh inexorably
With inconceivable strength and power
Step by step, submissively, move towards
Neither heaven, nor hell
Where the eternity comes to its end
Don't search for supreme entity within perdition
Wandering minds were never to see the truth
Beneath the stars looking down, so sharp and cruel
They've desecrated the landscape
With a variety of graves
Pale worms are swarming under the flabby sallow skin
Fed on the flesh of their blissful creator
He is the origin, the universe and the certain end
Let your pus ooze out of your ulcers
Exult, oh paragon of creation!
You saved the cantle of poverty in your pocket
Marching in lockstep through wavside mud
Sobbing violently, laughing aloud to the sky
You gave your color dreams away
For substitute beauty
Dissolved in the shadow of your deceitful glory
Entirely leaving nothing behing... Praying furtiely
For coming back overfilled with glare life force
For children you have begotten
And ruthlessly killed
They won't come out of slumber
Unable to trust, not for a moment
You stand among them again through took leave
Circle by circle, again and again
By the whirl of life and death
Burdensome ailment corrodes
The sacrament of every rebirth
At a run, on the road to nowhere
That seems to be beaten track
You discern the light prints
Which only could be left by you
Lie to yourself while wither
Even the endless finally ends
Even the darkness became blind
Circles of being going to be broken
Bright image of us died