In the meandering deep of my anger
I feel my power of eradication slip away from me
I am the new extracting hammer
The Master's choice for extermination
In the accomplishment of my unfinished work
I am the regulator of the human flow

I have no hatred for you
I'm just obeying
But all the same, you have to die
And yet you are going to die

I do not hate you
I'm just obeying
But all the same, you have to die

I, your brother and associate in distress
Loyalty and endurance in Union with God
Was in a trance and heard a voice behind me say
"Remember, therefore, from where you have fallen
Repent and do the first works".

I do not hare you
I'm just obeying
But all the same, you have to die
And yet you are going to die

I know your way of acting
You think your are alive but you are dead
Take heed and strengthen the things which are dying
For I did not find your works perfect before God
I do not hate you
I am just obeying
But all the same, you habe to die
And yet you are going to die

I'm a slave to my own finger!
Apocalyptic snipers are we!
Terrorists of human beliefs!
Efficient chains of human extermination.
Principal actors of dehumanization.
I am therefore an apocalyptic Knight!

Some arid Lands follower by some infinite seas
Endlessly, an ochre and blue palette.
Oceans without any life more.
Some vague memories of the forest lung

And for only witness
In all this immensity
The deadly caress
Of the last Sun's ray

This is not a Prophecy
Neither a dream nor a nightmare
This is just our future reality

The wind is not anymore the synonymous with coolness
It is burning, spinning round, and stifling
It uncovers sometimes, the past relics
Some mortal remains and civilization last traces

This is not a Prophecy
Neither a dream nor a nightmare
This is just our future reality

But what remains of it?
Who's able now to tell the story?
Only God can!
And his task is finally complered!

Close your eyes, nothing is forcing you to do it!
That's only a Rain of Human Ashes!
That's only a Confuse Bodies Mud!
Close your eyes, there's nothing left to see!

Nothing moves, anything vibrate, nothing!
Are you the survivor, or the Life Sentenced?
Nothing, any Noise left, any Sound, nothing!
Are you lucky, or are you just Suffering?

Remember!
You've done it for me!
Remember!
In the Name of what you stand for!
Remember!
Remember Me!

Open your Eyes and tell me what you distinguish!
Open your Heart and tell me what you feel!
Open his Heart and tell me what you find!
Open your Eyes and give me your Truth!

All that was walking is no more.
All that was flying is no more.
The air polluted, the water is impure,
Lands are burned!

Remember!
Remember who has done that!
Remember!
Remember what's his Name!
Remember!
Remember Me!

And when will revival from death,
When you'll become blue again,
When of all Traces,
You will get rid of,

Remember that Human kind
Did it to You!!!

Here i am, at the end of my Decadence.
Her She comes, the One who is called Degeneration.
How explaining the Death at the Arrival?
How explaining this Double Finality?

Here I am, shaken, flabby, on those Liveless Body.
Happy I am to be strewed on my Enemies!
Here I am, proud, victorious on the Battlefields.
Disillusioned by this Ignominy, am I!

Will they remember why We were here?
Will they remember just one Name of those Soldiers?
Will they remember one of my Actions?
Will they remember my Name?

My Feeling's Tyranny
My Humanity's Annihilation
My Battle's Enchantment
The Difficulty to live after that!

To be a Soldier or a Man?
To be a Warrior or a Father?
To be Mad or Sane?
To be Hurt of feeling so find?

And, like any Hope, staying in the Dark Forever!

One more Person arrived this Morning
With a confused Mind and a livid Look
She tried to intercept a compassionate attitude
But no Answer, no Regrets, no Remorse!

In a pleasant and distinguish Way
She narrated her live and
She invented another one!

She believed in something that God would have refused her
A model life without any mishap, any vice
Without any swindler who takes advantage of her and her Body!

She told me about her Problems
Her Problem?
?herself!

She confides body and saw in my improver curios
She confessed having unwholesome Sexual Acts
As soon as a Problem arises,
It's the only way of evasion, Redemption!

What is she looking for in the Depth of her Craving
May be her Soul or her Karma
Unless she never had one

She encumbers my mind
She gales my sense
She stirs-up my desire

More of three hours has been passed
Before she left self-confidence
Letting in my spirit raving

What I know is that I won't be able to divulge it
I confine in me some similar stories
Some are more Grave

But what's the Ames?
In witch Final?
May be mine?

"Ground!"

Encircled, we are encircled!
The bullets whistle like mincers,
Some crawl, others fall.
A blood's odor invaded air.

Screams, rattles, cries, moaning.
Saving my life, crawl, crawl to this grove.

We are still tens, hundreds.
Water, mud. I'm inserted slowly.
Dust of Fog invades me. (x2)

"Grenades!"

I'm not any more that Humid ground, I'm cold!
I am afraid! Am I the only survivor?
Forest of mangrove, of roots, of human remains,
All is confused in a putrefied air.

Finally the night, silence, death!
I don't have any more the force to sleep
But my body escapes slowly.
My spirit raves, my eyes die out.

Hours, nights, gunneries!
What's this odor, this feeling?
My legs, I don't feel any more my legs!

I have just included the choice!
To stand up and die.
Or to lie down, and dying!

Not a hero, not a braveless ones.
Just of the soldiers.

I never realized how beautiful you are.
You are my personal sensual desire.
Your humid happiness is as aphasiac
& in competition with my verge as Athena.

Its now three days that I stood starring at you.
Totally surrender to my phantasms.
Your smell is totally anchored on my inside den.
At last opened & suspended to all my desires.

My life exists just satisfy you,
But you no longer desire to express your feelings.
Your silence stubbornness that does not calm my eagerness
But reduces my desire with lots of violence.

Thinner has my physical capacity become,
But it my duty to make you yell with satisfaction,
Just like the first day we made love.
Come on! Loosen yourself! While I'm sensually in you!

I'm the God of contraception.
The Master of fornication
More radical than the circumcision.
Nothing better than the event ration.

I don't want to contemplate myself with just penetration.
This firm body with bluish colour,
Your mooth charnel scent of putrefaction,
Ever pulsed me to overwhelm you.

I never realized how beautiful you are.
You are my personal sensual desire.
Your humid happiness is as aphasiac
& in competition with my verge as Athena.

As to no longer be the object of your desire,
So I will open the doors of your body
This job should be done as to prepare my place.
To have at last an ultime romance phantasm!
Dawn of the Hatred

8th April 1139, within the Council Latarin II
The Pope Innocent II, decides the Anathema!
For all Priest living in the Sin
For all the Fornicators religious

The Witch Hunting has began.
The Edicts are enforcing
Power and pleasure can be obtained
Only by Suffering of the Others

I'm just a God's Servant
My Wife is the Mother of my Child
The Dawn is not a chastity sin
But the Symbol of a Chosen Life
They have both leaved yesterday
To this inquisitive Court
To this parody of Trial
To this known Death

"Confess! Confess! Confess! Confess!" ?it will be the last heard Words.
"Confess! Confess!" ?the howls succeed to torture the most defamatory!

She will undergo "Estrapade" then the "Iron Maiden" Punishment before,
Before going from life to death in an incantatory Rattle.

The Witch Hunting has began.
The Edicts are enforcing
Power and pleasure can be obtained
Only by Suffering of the Others

The crime admitted, their Body can't stay entire
Dismembered, quartered, thrown as food to the Crowd,
There nothing less to cry my Despair'!
Nothing else but my Faith, my Destiny, my Way, my Choices

I deny you Oh God of quartered foul Kindness
I embrace you cause Oh sparkling Darkness God
Burn Oh my Blade as a Message delivered to the Skies
Flow Oh my Blood as a Pact delivered to Limbs
I pledge allegiance to the Dark-Angel and his Court
I promise Death to the Innocent and his Kingdom

I work towards my Task in my Church Womb
I purify your Body, my Sister, with my Diabolical Rod
The Soiled Osteen is the lost Virginity Symbol
Your Head on this Stake, an Offering to my God

"Better is worts to Die in Pleasure than to Live in Pain!"

Heretic, I am an Heretic
Unfaithful among Faithful
Healthy among Saints
Emaciated Soul, am I!

My Wife, my Life, my Liked
My Son, my Blood, my Flesh
I will never be able to forgive then
I will never be able to forget You

"Better is worts to Die in Pleasure than to Live in Pain!"

And the greatest Force of the Devil
Is to make others believe that He doesn't exist!

I am a dumb Suffering,
I am a Breathless Shout,
I am a Dried Tear,
I am a Slow-Agony!

Here is what remains of me!
A Half Dismembered, the Rest tortured!
They my Eyes left!
I lie in a pool of Blood!

I am mutilated but still alive,
I am innocent but soon will die!
I am jagged but still whole,
I am what remains of me!

Here is what remains of me!
A Half Dismembered, the Rest tortured!
They my Eyes left!
I lie in a pool my own Blood.

Vox populi!
Dismembered Body!
Dumb suffering!
A tortured Soul!
Blind Revenge!

How supplying to be finished off?
How screaming this intolerance?
I just have to wait,
I just have to suffer?

I am a sentenced innocent,
I am the Soul who will take up,
And, in my large leniency,
I will sentence you to death!

Justitia populi!
Dismembered Body!
Dumb suffering!
A tortured Soul!
Blind revenge!