The end gives rise to the following The break divides a line in two The rhythm of the earth is set now By march through post-apocalypse way The thirteenth constellation From nine octagonal stars Cosmic formula To portal of a black era It is our channel To a black abyss of chaos For passing to the earth Universal endless negative Nine octagonal stars Deprive our terrestrial fetters! Nine octagonal stars Shine us a post-apocalypse way! The condition of a body becomes omnipresent With each breath new dimension is learnt But I can not breathe, I can not listen, I can not see I feel the dark worlds mentally, not opening my eyes I see the grains Millions around One of them Is planet earth Millions cycles Millions codes Black cosmos Rules it all Nine octagonal stars