The hammer falls, breeding awe-inspiring wickedness 

Ephemeral in it's regressive condemnation 

Pulsating protoplasma rages upon the burning ocean 

Mirroring the further mental transmigration... 



The crescent moon grows old 

And airy castles made of glaring starlight 

Endure the utter suffering 

Sparkling in this moonless winternight 



[narration:]

The consuming parallels are broken, 

Perished are the chambers of Utopia... 

Sacrilegious and hidden, transenflamed and disgorged 

Into portals of chaos the Space emerges...