The end gives rise to the following
The break divides a line in two
The rhythm of the earth is set now
By march through post-apocalypse way

The thirteenth constellation
From nine octagonal stars
Cosmic formula
To portal of a black era
It is our channel
To a black abyss of chaos
For passing to the earth
Universal endless negative

Nine octagonal stars
Deprive our terrestrial fetters!
Nine octagonal stars
Shine us a post-apocalypse way!

The condition of a body becomes omnipresent
With each breath new dimension is learnt
But I can not breathe, I can not listen, I can not see
I feel the dark worlds mentally, not opening my eyes

I see the grains
Millions around
One of them
Is planet earth
Millions cycles
Millions codes
Black cosmos
Rules it all

Nine octagonal stars