Letra de Eleven

The eternal recurrence is The spiral coil of ecstasy Eternity is the infinite Mystery to fools Through eternal Deaths could one be reborn This orgasm of coming Into being is perfect I have become the knowledge Culminating in my Appearance I am perfect Divide, add, multiply and Understand my number is 11 As all their numbers who are of us Smite these fools of Men upon the earth Trample down the many and the known As all slaves they serve and Cluster to exalt me The blind lead the cripple Through the burning embers None shall stand before Those who are as once were