From a far existence a phantom came
To gibe and curse the mortal
Abhorrent was its bleareyed glance
Which petrified everything, even the wind
So, from which dimension did it travel?
This metaphysical envoy
Which breaks the logical symmetry
And stand above our planetary puzzel

All this is symptomatic for those
Who's been baptized in fire
It is at least my thesis, so I
Want the spirit to speak

[THE SPIRIT:]
"In heaven I am a wild ox
On earth I am a lion
A jester from hell
And the shadows almighty
The scientist of darkness
Older than the constellations
The mysterious jinx and
The error in heavens masterplan."

An amorphous energy spawned in
A cataract of flames, invisible for our
Supervision. Do we dare to open
Our minds and souls to even
Analyze it? Or should it rest in
Secrecy? All I know is that I can't
Deny its licentious attraction
So I want the spirit to speak
[THE SPIRIT]