B/Benzor II/My Brain Is Splattered All Over the Dashboard in the Valley of the Simulacra
Indignant cries, pull me through Blackened rapport, broken in haste Slaked Abaddon, mired with negligence Power brings me joys of a better place
Preventive measures, as self-abuse Perfunctory stains mark my grandeur My complicity, washes my filth My contentious chimes outshine my wails
I am the light; I have to be as I can only be I am the light, enthralled towards the great collapse
Procreation of the unkind Reciprocation of my evil acts A lunatic with a fractured bind I adopt the likeness of the one before me
Looming figures bring murder and fraud Dirty and degraded even in death A wretched grimace, contorts my face My absolution is a divine disgrace
I am the light, embraced by a grand exuberance I am the light; I drown in the fog with my disciples
Abdicated, fulfilled by grief These bastard sons, I intervene The threats I make, are indirect I cackle as they cut my left hand
Splinters from a malevolent demiurge The sun shines on my open wounds My torment here is desultory and this is what I must endure
The curse of eternal life
These infernal demands of mine Bring me secrets from the valley
At least I can still close my eyes and shield them from the consequences of my wrath I hide myself from all these faces of calamity but still, I must conjure their impressions The passage of time is what I have to endure As dozens of leeches' latch onto my open wounds Sucking on the irony of the guilt I shall endure as the fatal impact is finally within my grasp
…but at least I can still close my eyes
The promises I've been brought I'll devour their fortunes The sacrifices I make None of which I'll keep
Wretched putrid fucking plane and I breathe in the twilight of the unknown
My requiem, this malign trial It scintillates, runs without spirit I celebrate here my corruption My lunacy will be my revenge
With my prayers, I whip my back Engulfed by warfare, that's when I smile The meridian is just a farce In a sardonic laughter I can lose myself
I am the light, in this hermitage I'm safe from persecution I am the light; in my bunker I look for the sunrise
Strange chants echo and whisper on my journey to the gallows I reek of stale smoke and alcohol, a fact of my soulless creation
The heaven I search for in the stars, to hide from my bestial sorrows Decades away from the primordial dance, the walls here ogle beneath me Her ageless silhouette looms over me with infernal malice My body, decadent and puerile suffers through this innocent cascade
I won't fight the torture they so lovingly bring upon me My dreams and visions of the acrid planet Banished with the nausea of my undoing Exiguous serpent abandoned and obliterated
The cursed theatre unchained at night, I don't need no eyes or limbs Cauterised extractions of the Witch drift below my excruciation I put back nothing into this dismal old earth, I remain frightened and cold I swim towards that strange distant gleam, its warmth engulfs my body
A picture of a sacred oar An indubitable peculiarity A sacrilegious malediction The unprovable singularity of my body
Protect the sacred and the evil I fear My body itches, but I have no skin I find no consolation in my dreams So, I'll scream for an eternityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.