From a far existence a phantom came
To gibe and curse the mortal.
Abhorrent was its blear eyed glance
Which petrified everything, even the wind.
So, from which dimension did it travel?
Which breaks the logical symmetry,
And stand above our planetary puzzle.
All this is symptomatic for those
Who's been baptized in fire.
It is at least my thesis, so I
Want the spirit to speak.
"In heaven I am a wild ox.
And the shadows almighty.
The scientist of darkness
Older than the constellations.
The error in heavens master plan."
An amorphous energy spawned in
A cataract of flames, invisible for our
Supervision. Do we dare to open
Our minds and souls to even
Analyze it? Or should it rest in
Secrecy? All I know is that I can't
Deny its licentious attraction,
So I want the spirit to speak.
"In heaven I am a wild ox.
And the shadows almighty.
The scientist of darkness
Older than the constellations.
The error in heavens master plan."