The time you were born

Is a poisonned fruit

A pointless sin, vain and pretentious:

The daily abortion

Of beauty and good

God is overthroned by a monkey

The sacred is rendered dirty:

You wait for the omega sign

Demand that the curtain be drawn

Trempé au glorieux sang des pourceaux

Le front encagé de clous

Et le verbe ardent

I read the lines you carved

Deep in the tongue's flesh

With a blade of salt

Dеcipher the evеr bleeding map:

Via dolorosa

Céleste arpenteur des soues

Pélerin de l'absolu

Possessed by the echoes

Of a wrath divine

The joyful pain of the prophets

Every word's an obvious sign

Even blasphemies are prayers

That shake the stars

And tear heaven asunder

Motionless, in the heart of mystery

The soul dispels the mirage of time

Enjoys the end

Here, exiled, too far from the face

We have no other choice

Than to wait and hope

Wishing the pigs would drown

Writhe and suffocate

In their own mire:

For the void has to summon the abyss

The void is the key

Opening the dragon's door

We have no other choice

Than to walk in silence

Until they're spewed by the skies!

Beati qui lugent (bis)

If the universe is abandoned

If grace is only the light

Of a dead star

Then we might have reached

The omega station:

The roving is ending at last