Nebula - Riul Doamnei

So the earth rose again at the ends of the days

Regenerated one by her self

Flames from dread consolidated with pain

To capture rest elements chaos

Thou art grasped the wisdom of upheaval

Transmutation state of awareness symbol

As error lies hidden

In those three sufferings

Men settled adobe in weakness

In limbo to engulf every dissolute truth

Hordes forth predestination certitude

In epochal collision course

As brides the world forgot the spores of inner hate

Fell down from the grace

Into substrate to wait

Then founded were weapons in armistice

To forge the martyrs chains

No one

Indulgence

To souls

The mist haunted this place to have the crown

A guest from oblivion

Formed and not created

With same substance of mother made

Hybrid holy in orgiastic ether

To obscure the columns of wrath

When angels fed the bells

All forces left the flesh

To raise

The abyss grating well

Uncovered was the hell

As canopic urn

Now the storm looms again at the eve of this age

Contaminated by the regress

Ashame on men in adulation insane

Architecture of perfect infection

To control the crowd with cross