Conjuring the impulse of fear
Feeding on the anguish of others
As the last witness dies

Two streams lead into the void
Scathing the tension alone
As fish drowning in water


Unfaithfully denying
The black October's dawn

Blind eyes crying over
A rewardless moment of purity
Interorganic bodicide

This cold feels right

The weeping shall perish

Omitting the prime distance
To the circle of plagues
Awaiting the silent flood


The tyranny of the haunted
Compulsive in their extinction

Fueled by the logics of nova secta

Disparage the stumbling

Among dying cattle struggling for release
(As) the cold sword of vengeance
Perpetrates the finishing act