On the third hour of the crimson moon Thoughts broke through the temple of my skull Writhing in the air like parasitic worms Taking new forms as pictures and colors Is the body able to follow the soul Running inside solid matter Are my bones able to withstand the pressure When I'm swimming below oceans' floors From the bloodied crescent descended an old crow And with a faint voice it whispered into my ear "Inside the heart of darkness remains A spider web-like maze of a dead god And in its core lies the ninth sight Where now must your dreams reside" At the break of the blazing dawn I devoured eleven arteries and their rotting blood Now my body is able to run in substances To follow the wandering soul Now my bones won't shatter Under the weight of waters On the steps to the mass graves of worlds I saw the space to tear itself apart And in the blistering light of Celestial Eye I was blessed with the absence of rationality