It shall be out soon! The usufruct of co-produce, Two exiles, 'Hellboii', from Bruxelles, And 'Mr. Lantern', 'ex-citoyen de la D.D.R.', Plus Providence, perhaps, God knows Washed ashore this Westland Wasteland That still may be The Hague, still lost, thank God Released, let loose from out of its cage, Perhaps not just another man-machine, Or 'just' industrial cooperation, For most certainly industrial, not corporate Coordination it may be! Yet human, still Imperfect, heading for most perfect Double-edged destruction of all man-made machine To make all hit rock bottom, For, oh, relentless shall its beating be, Still right into your very heart That simply must burn all out Until its very core, the Soul of Man, perhaps Survives the fire, its Formula One fullfilled, perhaps Creation through destruction? Now, hear, that palpitation! Why, prey, 'tis still, yours, perhaps?...