The Divine Invasion

I feel the wind of other worlds
And radio waves from distant planets
Signals in languages and alphabets
From present and ancient realities
I hear a voice speaking to me
About order and chaos and equilibrium
Figures and signs in symbols as tight
As in a poem made of bundles of light

I am the beginning craving the ending
And the salvation of all my creations
Of all the ideas that I am using
And all the shapes I have forged for them
The magical field will soon resonate
Fusing all poles into one single axis
When each sacrifice will finally succeed
And songs of the future get through to me