3 acessos
We enter the gruesom aeons under laughings and scorn of death
Fuck your vision for it's not, fuck the facts for it's all false
Evil nectar flows through my ireparched throat
Temptation spreads again
Manifest foil of the order's machination
Now it looses control
You see not all the possibilities, blinded by chains so fragile
May my mouth of blasphemy eats your spirits
Brains stopped their evolution, giving all will and power
To spiritless causeless monsters, death to every man's creation !
Flesh would grow divine, if not in deadends die
You're slaves of fathers immature, loosing your nature !
SCIENCE DOWN WEAK
CHAOS UP STRONG, STRONG
The foe is those that are not of our sort
The brute it grows, the obscene's now allowed
Only the primeval will survive
Death to every man's creation !
Heber-sheber, I'll make it change
Don't care what you can understand
As it's done a modern man cannot be of any worth now
Death to every man's creation !
Muck up of gorgeous
Don't care what you can understand
Idle away as earthquakes govern
They've been nice all this time I said
SCIENCE DOWN WEAK
CHAOS UP STRONG