Abigor As Astral Images Darken Reality
Kometen sind brennende Seelen, Die zur Strafe durch den Kosmos ziehen müßen. Comets are burning souls, That have to travel through the cosmos for punishment. Nothing disturbs this transcendental harmony The only light that breaks up darkness Are the burning red stars Cosmic winds bear a waft Of a gigantic psychic force That the nineth dimension (colossal deep universe) holds And opens for me Desolation in purest shape Neither melodies nor cries Resound in this cold silence Nevertheless I feel the endless echo of melancholy No mountain, no tree, no lake But an endless wasteland of stones and ice Forms this realm where no king was ever born Because no life exists which can be ruled Here is the destination of my astral journey The only place where I find peace So I leave the world behind And replace earthbound grey To interstellar black I leave the world behind !
