As a bird of prey that I am, I don't care about my enemies
And falling from their ivory towers
In a pact with the nature, diving in an empty space
To empty from their memory my existence
No more consistent than any victory
Don't care about what I can express
Lamentations devoid of sense
Falling in oblivion
And all shall be clear, all shall be swipped
Ashes from a disincarnate time
To be one with garbage
Fancy for authenticity, eulogy of the ephemeral
In simplicity rest our emotions
Memory is their mirror
Tomorrow all those useless words will be behind
Live Fast Die Young
Which god my genes come from
Which sublime being that rotten my dreams
In the silent of the night
Echoes my poor thoughts
Which fortune from this disincarnate time
Ashes of history will validate
Is there an after when time gets timeless?
Impersonal place of perdition
In which my eyes stay open wide
Look behind curtain of temptation
A sweet cage where modern slaves lose their life
Eulogy of the ephemeral
In simplicity rest our emotions
Memory is their mirror
Tomorrow all those useless words will be behind
Live Fast Die Young
Ashes from a disincarnate time
To be one with garbage
Fancy for authenticity, eulogy...
				

Visionary slave
Of the red god designs
Diligent scribe with golden hands
Acting in darkness
To lead Seth genius to success
There where nothing last
All thing he will steal
Seth, engender of confusion
And master of the sky
We give him life
For a needed decline
Inquisition will always prosper
The notion of "man" alludes "god"
We're all reflexion of perfection
Slaves of our imagination, passion
Seth, engender of confusion
And master of the sky
We give him life
For a needed decline
Seth, engender of confusion
And blaster of the sky
Diligent scribe of the red god designs
				

To fall asleep far from these lands
In wills of the water
A rough ship as shepherd in the fog
Guided by inner voices
Of the spirits keeping me alive
A point between several lives
A break on a aimless road
Oars in my hands defying
Sleeping gardens mud
In wills of the stars
Along the banks with
Lunatic herbs
A cloud of indian ink
Switching off the light
Drop by drop
In a sensual dance
With the dizzy shadows
Guided by inner voices
Of the spirits keeping me alive
A point between several lives
A break on a aimless road
				

When the time has come
Feel the damage done
No escaping
Remembering when you were so wise
Thorns around your spirit
So exhausted constancy
You're floating in your lifeless dreams
Without rest
Embrace of anguish
Absurd distress
To bury in your bed
Expensive seeds of peace
The embrace of anguish shouts
Absurd distress
				

The caucasian race was born to govern all others
Proclaimed itself as the stallion of all creation
Sowing seeds of hatred
No price for the perfect offspring
Heterosis, revival of our world
Natural fertilizer
Hybrid consuming flesh
Return there back to save all pretty creations that remain
Endless decivilized concrete avenues
Meaningless symbols of prosperity
In contempt of cultures
Enslaving process if you don't progress
Heterosis, revival of our world
Natural fertilizer
Hybrid consuming flesh
Inspired by visions of a disintegrated future
Fancy for authenticity
Dehumanize the world by globalization
Ensure the purity of progeny
Heterosis, revival of our world
Natural fertilizer
Hybrid consuming flesh
				

Rot a choice to be born in burning fields of moving freedom
Cure the disease by blood that feeds the ground
I turn symbolic icons into pieces, ruins of thoughts
I do not fear for your souls errant
I face to what engender choice imposed to us
I don't want on my grave tears empty of sadness
We get what we deserve
Tears empty of sadness
Enemy of reflexion, power-hungry society
Watching our children growing up with illusions
For the days I wish you
I dream that all financial systems collapse
That any economy may sink
For we resume control of our consciousness
I turn symbolic icons into pieces, ruins of thoughts
I do not fear for your souls errant
I face to what engender choice imposed to us
I don't want on my grave tears empty of sadness
We get what we deserve
Tears empty of sadness
The "heart" is too romantic notion for everyday use
For a game of chess where each piece has its own will
Every day I keep the hope to see the world disappear
My words will be charged
				

Hidden designs in the lines of the skin
In a mood for work and science
Of the mind
Today shelters you
From the flames of tomorrow
Feets such the roots of all trees
Planted in the ground
The link between sky and earth
"Wise lights of the night"
Chosen by the elements to master
Things that couldn't belong to anyone
Stolen from the hands of any deacon
Extracted words from the ancient cults
Far away in the immaculate country
"Wise lights of the night"