When the parallel spiral unravelled Before the firm grasp of my abominable Came my birth in the well of the wretched Novae, braggart of a last jest My non-Sylph spread down In the core of the hideous carnival grotto Covering me of a Viperean mask EnoreKiK e Karov sed xueil d Sevape Tnarutpa K nom ruehlam ne snoredial Rus ed Selpitlum SeteKaf ud tiafneib The grand fork silence Arising for the anchor's cell Enu eReip erolo Kni, L noisrevni ed Al eLitnel Enu egnarte emrof, L riovuop sed sreinred-sen A maelstrom where repose the villains Of the bazaar of virtues Denaturation of the ork by the Zirconyum A grinch in the night wearing its crystals eternally A dispirited lunatic passage Broken by the traitors... . by this pernicious soothing A mistake followed itself in the decisive cryptage When the telescope fell on the inverted astron The utopia was not mechanically very long And logic vanished under the illogical "If only there has been a claim for my sectimes My poor sectimes... .they are... .they are mine!!!" A frenetic impulsion influenced When escaping the human yawning chasm This globe transformed into memories Novae, braggart of a last jest My sylph fled... After the (firm) grasp of my abominable Allowing me to wear my Viperean mask
When the parallel spiral unravelled Before the firm grasp of my abominable Came my birth in the well of the wretched Novae, braggart of a last jest My non-Sylph spread down In the core of the hideous carnival grotto Covering me of a Viperean mask EnoreKiK e Karov sed xueil d Sevape Tnarutpa K nom ruehlam ne snoredial Rus ed Selpitlum SeteKaf ud tiafneib The grand fork silence Arising for the anchor's cell Enu eReip erolo Kni, L noisrevni ed Al eLitnel Enu egnarte emrof, L riovuop sed sreinred-sen A maelstrom where repose the villains Of the bazaar of virtues Denaturation of the ork by the Zirconyum A grinch in the night wearing its crystals eternally A dispirited lunatic passage Broken by the traitors... . by this pernicious soothing A mistake followed itself in the decisive cryptage When the telescope fell on the inverted astron The utopia was not mechanically very long And logic vanished under the illogical "If only there has been a claim for my sectimes My poor sectimes... .they are... .they are mine!!!" A frenetic impulsion influenced When escaping the human yawning chasm This globe transformed into memories Novae, braggart of a last jest My sylph fled... After the (firm) grasp of my abominable Allowing me to wear my Viperean mask
