V/VII Arcano/Nothingod Manifest (The Crawling Race)
Put a man on the edge of time He just looks like full of all things to come... Put him in front of the highest question Definitive answer is untamed instinct. Take a further step Towards the beginning Cannot see the end for pain And pleasure are knowledge.
A livid moment of universal panic Has the smell of eternal frenzy. Spellbound by blindness Man murder technology Is the ultimate saint
The only place where the stench of humanity can't rest Is a mother's womb pregnant of a new age. Final curtain left is man's damnation manifest Circuits of time have (been) made bleed – tied to a nothingod machine
Consumed...deprived...by a forthcoming ecstasy Refused...by hatred...will extract the moral to thee Finally blinded by the acid rain the sky will weep
Cio' che ci delinea ai confini dell'era volgare È l'orgoglio di una razza il cui (fattore) umano Non vuol dimenticare... Lo sconforto nella ragione Non smettera' di guidarci Dove la constatazione nell'oblio Rimane l'unico lume a confortarci.
Embraced by time course, A violent degrading turn. Sleep through mortality, Swallowed by the era of infamy. Creeping towards the safest place Last century engulfs the crawling raceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
