Luyện nghe bài hát Lam

Children of invoke synthetic spirits
Plastic crosses choke perspiring
- I cast dices, but curtain of future is still hermetic closed
Rise! Rise up my Soror, and you, my -
High! Towards the stars when the fire
purifies and melts all false sacrament

Ashes' power equal suns
Mysterys' structures are like chaos of
Objectivism is mandala of reality
Fractals - spaces consume ego's order
Keraunos Kybernetos

Illumination in the face of thousand
Gnosis by descending into the tunnels of self - knowing
When thunders of ecstasy black waves of unconscious sea
I swim, float, drift, scream... "Aiwasss"
And barriers of self in legion of escaping bats
L.V.X.