To the knights of faith nobody believes.

He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.

Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.

I can see myself before myself—A being through dark scenery.

Deliver thunder, GodIf you choose not to talk.

New Rome will be destroyedBy the attacks of new vandals.God always remains silent.

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.

The world contained in a seed, Determined by its program.

Life into death— Life’s other shape, No rupture, Only crossing.