The nighted throne, at the center of the universe Disgusting dancers reciting a cursed verse Spreading a swarm of innumerable red camellias In the dreams of the nuclear chaos Fallen into the trap of the creeping death Smelling on me his mortuary and viscous breath The abject sound of deafening and vile drums Lead me in an ocean of spasms The black sun The daemons-sultan Cradle of creation The dying stars' guide The glorofied In the dark vortex He projects The infamous codex Dreaming of new dimensions Of the advent of his sons O black sun O daemon-sultan In front of these cosmic horrors A spectacle of celestial craters Expelling on me their astral whirlers Desperate, I jump from the great bird I open my eyes on my room and can't say a word Haunted forever by the dreams of The nuclear chaos