Those statues of flesh I manipulate Are turning sings of confusion, Are by themselves a carrier of pain As much I spread them as much I sight them they smile to...

Obscurantist order pride, I summon thee modern damnation We summon you modern temple, let your void resound wind Suffer wound inhaled in suffering wounds Diseas...

Howl become me, sinister echo of this existence Be a memory of mine This is our sad destiny to watch the eternity of time By our own distorted perspective Satis...