The Beast Is Chaos

The Beast Is Chaos
From mythical histories of ancient books
From prophetical imagination of visionary men
The horrible Beast is revelated
in the past, present and future.

In its magnificent throne that is the time
Reings o'er the ages of dead
and hindmost civilizations
With the scepter the abomination of its chaos,
And in its right hand with the
chalice of human suffering
Like poisonous serpent infects men's hearts
With the confusion, hatred and destruction
Over a world created by the Beast of Chaos.
The Beast is the one to dominate you!
The Beast has drawn a deceit in the sky
An affliction and dead symbol over a cross
As the stupid fallacy in the putrid
image of an inert God…
When the Beast and its chaos to chains
The humanity minds and makes slaves
With the religion loathsome laws.
Among blazing visions of
horror that let free my mind
My hallucinated eyes are wounded
with the Beast's mortal spell…