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Wonderful shine from screens

Mutes all screams from abyss

Otherworldly's catching all sins

Another horn are blowing

Not reason to pray oldest gods

The future’s demiurge is now

His threads are already swirled

We are not of this world

The stream will devour all sense

Having merge can find the rescue

We help to find your screen

If you choose our swarm

Eyes from highness is lie low

Nothing can stop the growth

Reality takes on a new form

Another horn are blowing