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“To you
Ô forgotten nations,
Prisoners of humanity,
Go out face the ground
- Don't be afraid,
Movement will be blurred-.

Let's spit on the rain,
Let's scream our despair
And let's go sailling on the Styx banks.

cheers;
Radiant corpse.
Incinerations
With glass coffins
Hypocrisy stinking,
Spasmic tortures,
Panting cries,
Will be lost in Léthé.
Chiseled lookings,
Flowing purple,
Here is finally our eternal.

Good by spirit,
Good by flesh,
Waters will fly away;
and scum will be sinking more again.

And,
In this impure scorn of Hadès,
your veins will supurate
closed with cyanide.

It will be us,
centers,
from dawn,
belladone's pucks,
opened eyes
form whom will live our own worlds,
hidden.

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