Under the Jupiter they are picked And in the night they are stocked Keys in the Earth, fruits endowed with Spell Of Illusions dominates above mind HIC SUNT DAEMONS Seeds fulkl with poison from their roots That had received their power in the eflorescent Night They immerse you into the mist of vigourous destruction Residenting in Themselves The way of demise is in the nucleus of its amount Such as a river which is the Gate Will flood you out on bank - as all! Up to now putrescent In the realm of plants is hidden Psyche Forests are living and occupying The ways of Knowledge are dangerous The breathe of oilment isn't indulging to see to the eyes Inserting to the paralel of Cosmos In space of mistique Out of life to the another world The black flower enabling the contact with antisubstance It grow up also today!