اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Transmutation
...I feel the taste of xerion
As the fireeyed falcon
See to the river of no source or mouth
In my own microcosm
I soak in the particles of matter
With surgical precision
I cut my gem
Demiurge
Every day and every night
With no needless moves
Just cold sound judgment
Absorbed with creation
...I am consciously taking one step too far
Ouroboros
Now I am two -- mouth
Sublimation
Two states -- it is no enough
I belch heretic poison
I strive to the triple point
I blare cosmic radiance
The pleasure of annihilation
In the microcosmic madness
I am consciously taking one step too far
Disturbing the process of endless repetition
