The end Can you hear the macabre silence? Can you smell the putrefied flesh? Can you taste the vomit in your mouth? Can you see the inexorable tragedy
Insipid and trifling It's the mistress of spiritual masturbation At the edge of rupture - Mother of all wounds Incessant absurdity - Stagnation turning
Soldiers lying on the ground Eternal dreams turn to reality Citizens - Innocents - Razed WW III leads us to nothingness Last events - No return
They are in my head... Spasm and cerebral tortures Inspired to macabre illusions Wisdom versus madness such a mental inquisition This is the art of
Devant la symphonie oppressante, L'art macabre se doit d'operer par des executions massives, Car l'essence meme de l'etre humain est aujourd'hui corrompue
Gathered around our prey We're observing our victory This weak human and all his beliefs Is nothing but putrid shreds of flesh We are the wolves The
Execution is the matrix of epuration Kneeled and blindfolded Your life of primate is drawing to an end Think of everything you've seen during one second
Crowded like animals You're the waste of existence Doomed to ignorance You'll disappear in shame and pain The spectre of Auschwitz is hauting your minds
Born under the banner of valour Defending their land sword in hand They will die as proud warriors And will be welcome as kings in Valhalla Savagery
