Cavernous and lucrative are the shapes of evolution
Force fed to jackals and antiquities shed to hysterical tears
As the walls to sovereignty are crumbling down
With the sound of the instruments in the wind
The first pillar trembles, the first pillar falls

A symphony of brazen howls tears the thorax
A morphological climax of hideous and devious cacophony
The flashing descent of the guillotine
This the aperture of goethian overture
A moment of clarity within the aphorisms of wilde

Wake up, glimmers of grandeur!
The aesthetics of the tragedies performed
In the vulgar passing of the centuries
And you may doubt now, that the stars are fire
And you may doubt now, the sun doth move
You may doubt, childe, truth to be a liar
But you shall never doubt the love towards the goddess
You shall never doubt that I love