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.
 That is not dead which can eternal lie
 And with strange aeons even death may die
 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
 That is not dead which
 can eternal lie
 And with strange
 Aeons even death
 ♪
 May die