To scarlet heavy fog of these machines
We will shout in silence our damned ode
Don´t try to tell us that evolution is needed
Burn fucking gears, We command!
What do we see? This fog is just your old God!
How could you kill our hopes?
An ignis factus is being announced by our fearfulness
He is our sacred light,
The emanation of a putrid carcass, that is the buried God!
How could you kill our hopes?
An ignis factus is being announced by our fearfulness
He is our sacred light,
The emanation of a putrid carcass, that is the buried God!
Darkager! The ruler! Death is like a joke
What is the sense in praying to a smoke?
Darkagers! Afraid? It was your choice Don´t try to stop us, you will ...
To scarlet heavy fog of these machines
We will shout in silence our damned ode
Don´t try to tell us that evolution is needed
Burn fucking gears, We command!
What do we see? This fog is just your old God!
How could you kill our hopes?
An ignis fatuus is being announced by our fearfulness
He is our sacred light,
The emanation of a putrid carcass, that is the buried God!
