From a far existence a phantom came

to gibe and curse the mortal.

Abhorrent was its bleareyed glance

wich petrified everything, even the wind.

So, from wich dimension did it travel?

This metaphysical envoy.

Which breaks the logical symmetry,

and stand above our planetary puzzel.

All this is symptomatic for those

who's been baptized in fire.

It is at least my thesis, so I

want the spirit to speak.

THE SPIRIT:

"In heaven I am a wild ox.

On earth I am a lion.

A jester from hell,

and the shadows allmighty.

The scientist of darkness

older than the constellations.

The mysterious jinx and

the error in heavens masterplan."

An amorphous energy spawned in

a cataract of flames, invisible for our

supervision. Do we dare to open

our minds and souls to even

analyse it? Or should it rest in

secrecy? All I know is that I can't

deny its licentious attraction,

so I want the spirit to speak.

THE SPIRIT:

"In heaven I am a wild ox.

On earth I am a lion.

A jester from hell,

and the shadows allmighty.

The scientist of darkness

older than the constellations.

The mysterious jinx and

the error in heavens masterplan."