Sulphurous philosophical revolt
Chant my unspoken name
Of seven words and thirteen numbers
Drenched in the chalice of vitriol
Mazed illusions
Flesh and decay of the womb- shaped Hell
I'm king of a perishing realm
Which I rebuild to cleanse the void
I am the world
A universe dies on the screen of my eyes
Scarred be the wounds that bleed afresh
The wounds of timeless structure
From north to south meridians fall
Into oceans where the call is
From north to south meridians fall deep
