The Stars will begin to burn
When the greatest mouth has been opened
We are one with the undressed meadow
Eons ago, far beyond the creation of light
At the origin of everything and nothing
They took the light of my eyes
The beauty of darkness
I know...
We know... the room of nothingness
Unraveling the Passage
Turn the key
And the ninth time lift it under the west sun
You, murderer time
You embrace me as I belonged to you
I travel through your tentacles of life
With no linear path to follow
You, murderer time
You embrace me as I belonged to you
I travel through your tentacles of life
Unraveling the Passage
Turn the key
And the ninth time lift it...
Ninth and last time
Through space, I have seen
The principles of three-dimensional logic have been deformed
By the gigantic sculptured hand
Lead me where human existence is not even a seed
And where human becomes a projection of itself
Into the Snake Den
Hidden in the sharp fang before everything
Into the Snake Den
Old oak that whisper the song of the stars
Into the Snake Den
I bow unto you
Into the Snake Den
"... Though men hail it as reality
And band thoughts of its many-dimensioned
Original as unreality
It is in truth the very opposite...
The world of men and the gods of men
I will not retreat"
I am the remains
That were destroyed by my identity
A fragment of all my additions
Caressed by "he of the prolonged life"
... that were destroyed
... I am the remains