You belong to the cruciform
You are now one with the cross

Beyond the forest of flames
Looking for an ancient tribe
Are they even real?
The 70, forgotten mystery

He couldn't know
What he found would be far greater
Than what he looked for
A proof of his belief
Inside the Rift, a cross of gems
Older than its myth itself

Beyet ota menna
lot Cresfem ket

You belong to the cruciform
You are now one with the cross

Down into the labyrinths
Mysterious corridors
In the planet's core
Meet the pope of the cruciform's way

Down into the labyrinths
Mysterious corridors
In the planet's core
Meet the pope of the cruciform's way

Pink rock fused in his body
DNA copied, perfect association
Makes him one with the cruciform
Parasite afraid of pain
Trapping you around the Rift
The contract of the cross
Immortality against humanity

The son of the flames gave me his curse
Crucified for years onto an electric tree
The pain scouring his body
Dying and living again
The real death bringing him finally peace

An artificial forest of neurons
Consciousness guiding their creators
Creating dreams of the past
From the link of the Pangermy

Meeting in imagined battlefields
From an old forgotten planet
Ineluctable attraction
Somewhere more than a wonder
And less than a dream

Forever haunted by this ghost
Bloody days in battlefields
And heated nights of lust
Walking Love and war as one path

His only love
Servant of the Pain
Metamorphosis
Iron and claw, blood and cum
From his future, the pilgrims appeared
Crucified as martyrs

The Avatar
Sent into the past
Lord of pain
Bless your children

Everchanging future
The only constant
Redeem our souls
Through punishment

The Avatar
Sent into the past
Lord of pain
Bless your children

Impaled on the tree
Its blade piercing me
Only way to be free
From the crucifix

Atone for our sins
Free us from the
Meaningless path
We're walking

Born in heaven, reborn in hell
From Old Earth
To Heaven's Gate
Mind shattered, an Awakening

Remnant of an old generation
Art and culture as guiding light
Selling out the Verb
For a fastuous life

In the court of the sad king
The assembly of art devotees
Finding a muse in murder
A never-ending masterpiece
Sublime humanity's pain

In the beginning was the verb
In the end … Past honor, past life, past caring …
In the end will be the verb

An impossible curse
Riding the time streams
Against the current she glides
Virus contracted in the Sphinx

Chosen by the Avatar
Sinners' fate preview
Nothing to be done
Expiation for their actions
Dream the death
Taste the loss

What is true innocence?
Abraham's lesson for the fathers
The parents already sacrificed
Children has to be our savior
An endless search for meaning
Invisible doesn't make it unreal

Here lies one
Whose name
Was written in water

Somewhere between
Sim reality and slowed time
Investigate a cybrid's murder
Old forgotten tech, a poet's soul

Artificial intelligence's self
Part of a masterplan
Control the variables
The ultimate intelligence

A choice to be made
Digital realm or
Flesh and randomness
Can you reach the trueness of your creator?

As a real human, her lover died
Personality transferred in her mind

DNA spread in her body
Carrying the information
Mother of their salvation
She bears his soul and seed

For I remember the past prime
The heaven that was my home
Destroyed by the greediness
Of an unstoppable conglomerate

For you see,
I remember my grandmother's dream.
I remember the way it could have been.
I remember Siri.

Our enemy are a thing of beauty
Hives of knowledge and evolution
Micro orbital forest in globe cities
Exploring their everchanging soul

In memory of my family
I'll betray every sides
Unleash the Avatar
To avenge the sea

But if my will is planned
Integrated in the scheme
Of higher beings,
Are we really free, can we really be ?

Pieces of life stories
Decisions or random acts

Conglomerate, future blinded
Leading to a common place

Group of prime number
In hell they'll grow
Uncover their ties
Only one will survive

Sacred ground lost in time
On a labyrinth planet
Tombs of an old future God
Death and pain as only way

Past and future meet
Calling a present threat
Bonded in certain death
Against the wish of a chosen one

No smell of death, there shall be no death, moan, moan;
Moan, Cybele, moan for thy pernicious Babes
Have changed a god into a shaking palsy.
Moan, brethren, moan, for I have no strength left;
Freak as the reed - weak - feeble as my voice-
Oh, oh, the pain, the pain of feebleness.
Moan, moan, for still I thaw...