From a far existence a phantom came To gibe and curse the mortal Abhorrent was its bleareyed glance Which petrified everything, even the wind So, from which dimension did it travel? This metaphysical envoy Which breaks the logical symmetry And stand above our planetary puzzel All this is symptomatic for those Who's been baptized in fire It is at least my thesis, so I Want the spirit to speak [THE SPIRIT:] "In heaven I am a wild ox On earth I am a lion A jester from hell And the shadows almighty The scientist of darkness Older than the constellations The mysterious jinx and The error in heavens masterplan." An amorphous energy spawned in A cataract of flames, invisible for our Supervision. Do we dare to open Our minds and souls to even an*lyze it? Or should it rest in Secrecy? All I know is that I can't Deny its licentious attraction So I want the spirit to speak [THE SPIRIT]