Like a strange citizen Foreshadowing the edge of the world From an outer dimension An aerial dust meant to be denied Apart from the daily communion That gathered to establish a principle of compassion Surrounded by choirs of blessed corpses – I wait Like the broken arcs of a cristal tesseract Fading into a fourth perspective An arch of cosmological vanity Between the thornless gears of this godless clockwork Monumental projection Unconscious machinists on a spherical journey we are Apart from the daily communion That gathered to establish a principle of compassion Surrounded by choirs of blessed corpses Scattering the fixed stars In prospect of the ecstatic zenith of the deniers' secret That has always been to come – I wait Pushed away beside those hidden cells Sightless, we came into the world to fathom glooms We shall erect a throne for uncertainty And become the descendants of Nihil With hearts as cold as a stone pedestal