I am staring at the Sun of the Nothing
For I want to eat the visions (проницательность) of God
Consuming the knowledge and power that radiates overhead
As I slumber in a bed of vegetation and thorns leaving behind unease and dread
I feed from pretentious notions and malignant demons through its rays
For [bad word] is abandoned and this single horror walks amongst our ongoing cliches
My eyes, my perception 

- They seem to smolder and whiten

For it seems that I have peered into the diseased display of myself
I am the eater of the sun
I am the destroyer of worlds