"Ceea ce e denumit pacat este un element esential al progresului.
Pacatul, datorita curiozitatii sale, amplifica existenta rasei."



Black here means life, waiting for dust
The rack,, time of tears, we burn, they trust

Black here means us, forces inside
Onward the sun, ride, ride, shadows in flames...


Stay, waiting, frozen, for we are not the saints
We imagine moon before fields.
I waited enough to enrapture the heathen

my free absolution to reign inside him.
I waited too much for my restricted poetry
my immature solutions to dwell a lifeless sea.

Glide - ghastly rivers, immune, hold me insane
Insects filling spaces, heathens - old disciples.