Rossomahaar Portals Of Chaos (the Final Transmigration)
The hammer falls, breeding awe-inspiring wickedness Ephemeral in it's regressive condemnation Pulsating protoplasma rages upon the burning ocean Mirroring the further mental transmigration... The crescent moon grows old And airy castles made of glaring starlight Endure the utter suffering Sparkling in this moonless winternight The consuming parallels are broken, Perished are the chambers of Utopia... Sacrilegious and hidden, transenflamed and disgorged Into portals of chaos the Space emerges...
