The vortex appears within the shine of the axis
Monotonous spiral of shining wisdom
Occurs behind the untouchable veil of morphine
Strange figures appear in front of my blind eyes

Creation returns to destruction
And chaos turns to the radiant star-
Who knows what was first,
Who knows what comes next?

Foretelling the end of the glowing crystal
Mongoloid souverign holding up high
The banner of the archaic tribe united again
Under the dawn of its own seed....

Creation returns to destruction
And chaos turns to the radiant star-
Who knows what was first?

Inactive instruments are working again
The pulse from the deep rooted plague
No places remain on earth to hide
The parasites took control of me
Long before I realized them
Steering me through the desert of humanity...