Testo di Altar of Four Trees

Let the sky burn. let the idiots pray. let the heroes try to save us from our salvation. let the bastards fall. let the whores lie. Let all things now come to a final end. This fucking world never deserved the damn we gave for not destroying the cancer named man that killed it. and all these fucking sheep never deserved more than a grave and a violent, painful death. Let the forest reclaim its hold, and then the concrete will crumble to dust. As the trees return to silence let us forsee this suicide we partake will create a better world: free from the sewage of man. A blissful silence will only be disturbed by the wind through the altars of trees, and the sound of the sea, claiming of the shore. And if by chance, four trees stand still, in an altar of life, possessed by strength. Hold to their roots, feel the world as it was and as it will be forever. This is our only worthy legacy.