Paroles de Apeiron

Reason beyond reason First cause, sick and twisted Raging inside my flesh The seed of the creator Venomous semen of our Lord in eternity Seething inside us, the trembling sinners We, sinners, beg you to hear us Deliver us, O Keeper of Death Through your lightning and tempest Through plague, famine and blood Through your anger, hate and ill-will Into baptism of everlasting Death For we are nothing but objects Of your cruel creation And so shall it be As it was in the beginning Glory be to you And to your perfection and symmetry Which is surrounding our incomplete world In a form of Death Let us unite in you Like drops of rich opium into dry, hungry veins And let us see the colourless horizon of fulfillment and wonder His arm achieves the mastery of our misery and death Glory be to the Father of our doom, as it was in the beginning