I revolted with the Earth in uncertainty and without name I have lived my lives without counts My life just a second of a dream in trans-stellar space, A little stop on a way from one unknown chasm to the other. That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange aeons even death may die Fragile pulsation of my anti-life Vagueness of crystal-clear oblivion From which the temptress-life has called me for one short Unfortunate instant In a frenzy of despair, In oppressive dismal Atmosphere of seclusion In a lack of interest in life Without stimulus, Yearnings and hopes I continue my way through deep space and Parallel horizons neither dead nor dreaming Thousand times for one my breath madness And unmadness has traded places I'm a source of unpurity My world a veil Which hid cosmic chaos I'm ritual reiterate dead world's mantra: That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange aeons even death may die Magical blood rised from the depths of my heart I revive the world with my blood I call my name That is not dead which Can eternal lie And with strange Aeons even death May die