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Between the damned, The pissed and the outright insane Grand architects of failure, Sculptors of loss No golden thrones to follow No shrines of solace to seek I shall erect myself over transience I shall ascend over flesh Steadfastly tearing through

Z ostrzem Solipsis w uniesionej dłoni Z pieśną Hybris na zakrwawionych ustach U perłowych bram - na spotkanie Rodzajowi! Poza skrajem Po przeciwnej stronie ja W każdej kropli jadu, w każdej strudze śsliny jestem, Ja, jestem Nada, groza, nada Groza, n

Have ye courage, o my brethren ? The signs are everywhere. Some did not see it coming, Others refused to see. I can feel it in the tingle of the air, In the heartbeat of the earth And I can tell that the storm is Coming all down on me. Come redemptio

The valley of judg'ment. The forest of olde. Where'd come the dread presence, so knowne afore? Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes, Hast thou witnes'd a shepherd feed on his flocke? The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay. Dost thou have faith n

Through the fields of scars and wounds Shining with dim light of non-existence What tranquility! What sweet peace! What inward serenity! What supreme felicity and earnest of bliss! To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit That mankind has been wea

Between the grey pillars of conscience the path to truth narrows. The burden of Aksios leaking through open wounds. Lo and behold: the finely crafted, Precise mechanism of sheep and scapegoat. Relative within the borders of universal logic. Collectiv

Follow the wounds, Enter the self-inflicted gateway Let the Devil come through There is a purpose in self-destruction There is a pattern in razorblade chaos Golden spirals, flesh tear opened Bleeding, fracturing, burning, healing For men shall sin, a