The curiousest aspect of this era is to make you feel at the same time deadly alone but with bad companions, hellish crowded but ever divided. The Paradox of this miserable democracy of mean and vile ghosts is the better and bravest of all men have no choice but follow the worst.
Don't you feel something wild in the air? twisted forces on the borders. hidden masters turns the page and command their wicked new order. ferox gods are back to rampage and echoes of ancient slaughters in the spirit of the new age: to make life something which no more asks to be saved.
It's a spiritual waste: the human rights religion is just a brilliant pretext to empty every true freedom, it's a spiritual hell if which isn't forbidden is compulsory, well...now listen me! hold tight your own true traditions without forget to be here and now, learn to recognise a wise leader without stop hating the tyrants.
Don't mistake this greasy soul market, this radical-chic heathenism with a bright revelation for masses: is made in administration council!
There isn't a place to run away the world in every corner showin' a slow herd in a plain grazin' in wait to be slaughtered there isn't any aquarian age, but just blood and disorder. the only summit well radiate is that you can observe on a bill of one dollar!
It's a spiritual waste when all world will be global and all roots forever dried (the) risk will be really mortal. It's a spiritual waste few breeders and milliards livestock, the history at its end, we must resist, we must resist.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
