Abigor

What means imagination
If not the trigger
To pure hell?
The chaos nova of our vision
Closed the fissure of the night
After the mirror of the void was scared
By shapeless horns – Satan's galaxy
Seeing through five triangular shapes
We are so close to this dimension
As the center erects a spiral
Uniting us without bridges
We swim in a chalice of cataklysm
The pentagrams dynamism
The chlorophyll of liquid dreams
Cloaks the lords of apocalypse
As the distortion in the tapestry shows me
What they cannot see
Reborn by the burial of syndrome
This pure flight of transparency
Mutating into the new circle of power
I gave death to whom
I gave death to me
An exchange of the links below
The geometry of madness fulfilled
I breed into new unzoned trance
United in parallel
Genetic eternities
By shapeless horns
Satan's galaxy