Among the essence of thousand spectres The beyond is so near of that Flame of Flesh Wrinkled thresholds Alike murder dreams Red breath of wind Voices with broken echo Dead dimensions without clime Only I read your voice in the shadows Source of ectoplasm Being Born from impious trance Bundle in a dead tree Made of dry mist Whiplash with witches Braided tongues Warming a sleep demon Oasis of cold hell Strainers in white deserts In the giant map of paradise Flying chained to eternity Where the horizon lack The void is a theater Full of nothing MY candle fire sodom Tattooed leeches with Seven capital sins I have built cities made of nothing Burnt limbs melted Geometry I have burned a distant hell And the angels score that Announce the ruin Solid wind of lateral paradise Looking for me with dagger anxiety Hosting in the devil chest Tallow of men sweat of gods Burnt for his own creation Before my candle goes off will enlighten the ruin of world Will to fuse the universe funeral molded in wax hell in mourning blushing candle sharp stake of wax nailed in the heart ass Of millions of blurred spirits dancing with shadow of my candle when it be extinguish will fuse the universe Blackening the world end.