Testo Amongst Phantom Worlds

I revolted with the Earth in uncertainty and without name.
I have lived my lives without counts.
My life- just a second of a dream in trans-stellar space,
A little stop on a way from one unknown chasm to the other.

Fragile pulsation of my anti-life - vagueness of crystal-clear oblivion from which the temptress-life has called me for one short unfortunate instant.

In a frenzy of despair, in oppressive dismal atmosphere of seclusion, in a lack of interest in life, Without stimulus, yearnings and hopes I continue my way through deep space and parallel horizons neither dead nor dreaming.

Thousand times for one my breath madness and unmadness has traded places.
I'm a source of unpurity.
My world- a veil which hid cosmic chaos.
I'm ritual reiterate dead world's mantra:
"That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die"

Magical blood rised from the depths of my heart.
I revive the world with my blood.
I call my name by myself.