the shattering of old illusions - created new surges of chaos no longer driven by ancient hungers - I grabbed the poisened chalice
clawing at the churning night - thus rose my cosmic ambitions riding the snake in divine rebellion - wandering the nebular centuries
the precious ones brought the planetary elements apart leading the universe towards new and possessive aeons
these toughs and emotions equaled the night revealed in the starborn cataclysmic attributes like monuments of unaging intellect seeking the sight - in shining dreamlike presence
the shattering of old illusions - created new surges of chaos no longer driven by ancient hungers - I grabbed the poisened chalice
the paradox of the paragons are many, side by side... entangled in the complete
dancing on the surface of devilish laments I tore apart the world's fabric of rational beliefs drawn inside a mirage in wich I will drown how simple I alone - could end all those dreams
...majesty - the last of dragons carried my faith...
dancing on the surface of devilish laments I tore apart the world's fabric of rational beliefs drawn inside a mirage in wich I might drown how simple I alone - could end all those dreams
