Noises, and dark rules, my black horizons
Scratching the wings of an innocent order
My soul, black tears on the face of the moon
Alone on the snow stairs between me and my doom
The snowy crystals become blades in the heavens
Terror and pain for the monodist blood
The falling drop is a red broken mirror
The music appears as a black ant's invasion
The journey to east is just the beginning
This is my dream, my desperate darkness
The blessed comforter will accept my confusion
As a dead-drunk believer steals the minds of men
The song of making is revealed to mankind
The harmonic shine is a geometrical beauty
Celestial movements for Jupiter's swain
The monodist sings the secret way of the darkness
Full of sacred knowledge my great prophetess
Thy bosom is whiter than purest snow
Marvel of the world, the phoenix rising
Spirit and soul she would have it concealed
The wolf comes from the east, and the dog from the west
They are full of rage and one kills the other
The blackness is called "the head of the raven"
The monodist knows when the black smoke appears
If all the mountains were made of silver and gold
What would they profit those who live in fear of death?
Thence from the meanest i'll become the supreme
The lord of the forests without dissonant tunings
The song of making lays down harmonic leaps
The sleeping father will be awakened again
Thus i became the puppeteer of creation
Thus i became the monodist of the cosmos