Nothing is truth, sermons illusionary details outrun in abnormality words empty of meaning mystery rises only where ignorance rules
Beholding silent arrival thoughts marching slowly receiving my mind’s reflections notions incomprehensible analyzing my inner hyperspace oxblood floes from down above concluding overgod principles my pleasures overbreach the darkest desires
Returning...back in time I live it once again dreaming...in a morbid way my visions become so strange
Guess what’s my mystery I am touchable, I am true path is to be revealed and my journey continues
Aeons by aeons through the spectral soul passed all your gods with crystal clear mind and I’ve bowed to none as I am lord of all imaginable
No king, no master, no god, I rule myself alone in my cyclopean dreams I’ve created all by my own image.