Slowly goes the night
On earth surrounds darkness
From space moonlight throws back
And clearly no one is no one in here

Somewhere outside of circle, questions, whispers
This is my place, i know, strange power
I must continue my trip eastern, hail
Fire: Strongest of everything
Air: And the whispers will be
Earth: The seal of destiny

To a big circle arrived I
But why? I don't know
I look: But I can't see
I listen: But I can't hear
I sniff: But I can't smell

The lightning from the deserted sky
I'm one of them

(I see) Flagstones surrounding me
(I hear) Screams fill my mind
(I smell) Stench of Ishtar

Blow from abyss,
struggle of soul, blood from sacrifice
Harmony of power,
materialism is lost souls win

I had rejected everything, except myself,
No prayer, no god
I'm lord of myself and I'm free to go out

2. Autumn

When essence cast's shadow to see the ground,
Colours mix in hallucinations
I see a tree on a hill

It asks "Are you ready to become physically hardened"?
The answer includes a question

I experience things in it's entirety
Not as one after another
This vision is possessed by autumn
Return my gray matter, black sparks

3. Creative Lunacy

I'm trying to visualize the dream where Gadrel stands tall
Gaze bends in purple wind
My emotions come slower
Sight of my experience arrived !
Power of storms shows the vision

Covering the past

Call of attractive genius
Return to my everlasting consciousness
The consequence of needlessness is direct and dominating
The dream needs the one to escort the self through every essentiality

Ideal self: creative and lunatic
Real self: multicoloured
Oh, come to my dream Lilith
Ideal self: creative and lunatic

4. The Trip Was Infra Green

I feel madness in here!

Religious zealots are psychotic cowards
They blindly believe in the tyrant god,
new aeon coming

Depth ever deepening, darkness darkening still
Folly for wisdom, quilt for innocence
Anguish for rapture and hope for despair