Testo di Gnosis Pt. I

The secret name of our adversary A billion voices echoing Streets stretching awash with smoke This industrial lunar night of bliss and terror A velvet curtain falling Kings and slaves locked in an embrace of passion and hatred Golden age, silver age, silicon age Man will be... no more Kept in the dark with nothing left to dwell on Talking in their beds beneath the ground Tongueless repeating old dialogues A new scent fills the air Saturn and his wolf unite The primal source revived Dry sockets thirst for a final glimpse of a sky with fading stars Going through the end Descending in the jaws of the dragon Is to witness the traumatic act of birth Let the red blood return to its bones