Pure disease, a chasm of souls Parasites of endless things, in divinity's well Infected with curses, the flames of God Imperial races, chaos enthroned
I hear the woe The crown of nature's filth The endless source The force of Navel's realms The Navel of the world, the center of silence A dynamic source
Where time is but a loop, A loose stitch in the Universal Cloth, A Streamer might seize upon a chance, a fatal slip, And plunge the fate of planets
I am your heroin That controls the eruption of Gods Descending the spheres of thousand (black) aeons An equal gravity of worms... A fortune of Cosmos
Astral Conversions, spiritual modes Invalid termination of a tyrant yoke Parasites of innocence, the accident of god, The plague of suffering reminds
