[intro]

Transcendental gathering
Summit of the divine offspring
Ceremony of those ultimuate mates
Longing for a desperate fate

Believing in protection
In passion you'll miss salvation
Aware of human's energy
Through affliction we've reached ataraxy

Staring at organised circles
While drinking their vital liquid
With irony we all gaze at each attempt
To revive the long-awaited religious apathy

Believing in protection
In passion you'll miss salvation
Aware of human's energy
Through affliction we've reached ataraxy

Unchained in an intalterable system of thoughts
Poisoning will gradually take place
While the process of contamination has begun
The cessation of your mystic march will be your fate

A cosmic and eternal blaze bursts my cell
Linked from skies to organic chasms
I had mistaken creeds and reality
Praised the myths of Father, Mother and the Rebel

That's rot!humans go away via erosion
Take it for Gospel
Your orator is hence
The new paragon

The molten metal gnaws my torment
Here I am victorious,
Victorious in my insanity,
Over the greatest deceit of all time

In an ultimate effort from which my blazing spirit shots up
The blade of my cry tears the Machiavellian bind
That made me too humanistic

Here I am now wandering in my own death
Tempting you to follow and cut for ever
The cord which binds your decaying soul
To your erroneous creeds

Trapped in locked tombs
Confined in translucent borders
Struggling to exist in a human envelope
Will symbiosis ever be an illusion?

Decades of decay
Fading fate
Instrument of hope and fear
Servant of decrepitude

Omniprésente et pourtant impalpable
Telle des naïades venues du néant
L'immuable Clepsydre veille en toute quiétude
Sur votre inéluctable sénilité

Architect of corporal cracks
Lurring them with your skilful crafts
Nowhere and everywhere
Eras decay

Omniprésente et pourtant impalpable
Telle des naïades venues du large
L'immuable Clepsydre veille en toute quiétude
Sur notre inéluctable spiritualité

Living among limpidity
Increasing the gap between
The inner and the outer
Time obliterates

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No matter which future you'll give
To the H-reign
On the wane or on its rise towards the summit
The die is cast!

No matter the awakening of conscious
Or total abandon
The gangrene has set in
And the sly poison in incurable

"Qui de vous e jete la premiere Pierre
Sur l'edifice de la conscience humaine?
L'epineux souverain votre sauveur
Et vous l'avez suivi!"

No matter what offerings you'll leave
Imploring at the altars
Sacrifices decimate you,
Making you murderers in the infamy's pay

No matter which God you worship
Cause you'll all be equal in the realm of death
You first have to die
In a wide human genocide

The beast has come from the never to achieve his soulless annihilating work
"Come here, come here to be given the sentence of infamy!"
And from its mouth receive the last baptism that will mark the end of our era
In a blood magma made vicious by your corruption

"Take, eat, this is my body!"

Peculiar hazes mist your mind over,
Your faith can't control your ravings anymore,
For you killed it, taking the Ostix
At any grab, its resort gradually loathes you.

Released from your faith control,
Yet inside you the battle of heaven
Will not change anything
Then from the chasms, your everlasting dwelling, you shall rejoin the fallen angels

"Take, eat, this is my body"

From the uncertainty of your faith
Only remains the gaping mouth of temptation
Die on tenterhooks, make up your mind
Lurred by the holy Father your life has never been yours

Peculiar hazes shall mist your reason over
As long as the ostix shall flow out in your veins.
For you i bleed myself: "This is my body, drink my vein!"
And you will get what only the evil can give you

Your own faith, your own existence, your own death

My fingers are thrones
Thorns where the roots clog
Perfectly formless
Clasping a bamboo prison

A sad majesty
In a subatomic red caress
In a calligraphy of skin

Vespers and incense
Howling through our lungs
Like a lascivious meridian
When soft the holy water fell

Except it didn't
A mardi gras of lament
Sixteen hands high
Fifteen coins tall
Sixteen hands high
Fifteen coins tall

For the watchers at the palace
At the tiger mandible banquet
A wreath in the gloaming
Lies like birds swarm

A sad majesty
In a subatomic red caress
In a calligraphy of skin

From their mouths
"O' Jerusalem
We remain unuttered"

But their cries
Mote the mountains groaning
And we carry a pallbearer's gloom

For all the saints in the sun can't save us now...

From the roof of this world I conceive my aversion
Surrounded by the earthly defuncts
Spinning round, they massively push me on
Like vultures at their carrion

To become one of the perpetrators of the Extinction
"Enjoy in your last hours
Your mediocre lives, without clearly heeding
The minds soaring upon you"

And this, until I vomit this Damocles' hatred
Amputating the Earth's matricid biped
From the roof of this world, I revel in staring at your unconcern
Spinning round with the earthly defuncts: I become the perpetrator of the Extinction

They massively push me on and I speed up the process
I thereby proclaim abortion
Human will drown himself, just released from his mother's placenta
Always more stupid, always more formated, always more similar

Du toit de ce monde je me délecte
Tournoyant autours de la charogne
Du bipède matricide
Devenu lui-même auteur de son extinction