| Inspired by the will of death
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| With hell in our hearts, insane and slaves
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| We build and we crowd our cities
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| Like Frantic automata would build their tombs
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| We work for the devil and he will overcome us
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| And if god exists, inevitably embittered
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| Impotent facing our organised funeral marches
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| He would envy our mortality
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| The youngest believe in nothing
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| Debauchery and illusion are their only attributes
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| The elders are dying in absolute disinterest
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| Going back to nothingness like they’ve come
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| Our destiny is to breed always
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| In order to perish innumerable
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| For we need believers, soldiers, and consumers
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| We’re glorifying war, nuclear, madness, and death
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| These are the new gods of the masses of sleepwalkers
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| And we’re sacrificing ourselves in crowd on their altars
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| We’re rising into the nothingness
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| That fills our lives and will be our death
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| Disaster is near, the forecasted apocalypse
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| By dint of multiplying deserts by impoverishing our souls
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| We will walk united towards darkness without
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| Returning and will die
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| Accompanied by our absurd gods and criminal values
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| Only ruins of our daughters of chaos will remain
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| Our edifices will become our cemeteries
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| We have means to destroy ourselves a thousand times
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| And it won’t be differently
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| Blinded by our religions promising an afterlife
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| While only nothingness is opening its arms to us
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| Let us accept the obviousness
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| Eternal chaos is waiting for us
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| It’s too late to go backwards
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| We’re evolving towards our sublime extinction |