Procesio Iv - Monotonous Chant

So many blurred faces

An entity through the glass

may levitate, ignite, transformed

in every line, I soar from inside of me

The mistik chant’s of deepest wisdom

So many deathless sounds

can vibrate my flesh to freeze my lungs

Perennial procession of shifting subconsious

Can I transform into substance

A Dream on storms & metamorphosis

Dreams of galaxy’s breathe

The sound of storms with flames

A waving opus arise from the stars

I Create a Galaxy breathing Throug me