Paroles de Plane The Third

A nude virgin is dancing about me. In her hands there is the corpse, death-cold corpse of my ego. Laws of cool blood are entering the other side of the body. Around it there is a nimbus from the extinct consciousness Like an anadem of toneless grasses. The mortal flesh is gleaming. i am alchemizing into furious dust devil. Penetrating into the bottommost universe deeps of dissipation, I sweep away the decaying slavish fetters of reiterated dogmata. I am self-initiating into the esotery of vacuum. Black sun will enfold ossuaries of the past And draw down the curtain fore ever