Satan’s Galaxy Songtext
von Abigor

What if imagination
Is just the trigger to pure hell?
The chaos roaming above our vision
Lows of vision, trap the mind
A sad mirror of the void was created
By shapeless forms, Satan′s Galaxy
We are fueled by triangulation
We are so close to this dimension
The ascended director spirals
Uniting us without friction
With feminine chalice of space eclipse
The sacred ground dies on its own
The sorority of liquid dreams
Comes to laws of immortal hymns
The dissonant tapestries show


What they cannot be
Reborn by the burial
The sacred ground, Satan's Galaxy
It′s too bad, the transparency
You can't hear me as true
A new cycle of power
I did that
I did that to me
In exchange of the unknown empires
In the tunnels of the links below
The geometry of madness fulfilled
I breathe into new unknown threads
Uniting in parallels
In added eternities
By a shapeless form, Satan's Galaxy