AΠO ΠANTOΣ KAKOΔAIMONOΣ (APO PANTOS KAKODAIMONOS)   AΠO ΠANTOΣ KAKOΔAIMONOΣ      We transgress the context of commonplaceness   We deny normality, trample morality   We destroy angels with sound   We destroy angels with silence      Currents of tantric anarchy seize our bodies   Into the cosmic dance of four scythes   The curtains of Absurd Theatre are raised   Synchronicity - Mother Chaos on the stage      "Wisdom says: be strong!"   Thrilling words are spreading down the spine   Vibrating... "be strong!"   Exhausted I'm running towards the last shines of consciousness   Which is absorbed by shadows of madness      AΠO ΠANTOΣ KAKOΔAIMONOΣ   AΠO ΠANTOΣ KAKOΔAIMONOΣ      Here are the star and the snake servants;   -they rise the hexagram   Sun - in the triangle hidden ; Sight - sacred visions entwined   And union with Nothingness body I'll find   Strength - go along the Mars path, fighting if we must;   Light - oh, you are Ahathoor, goddess of blue sky      There is might of dawn, in non-quality state I remain   Of commonness crippled time or sand - glass you don't see again   Sigillum dei, picture of myself I'm drawing   With life, venom and hell I'm sprinkling it   His name is Esial, I want him more