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Spirit's molecules floats in the
(while) the dead man stand upon his burning bed
Death it's dices one time more and he fucked us all!
And the gates are

Spirit's molecules in the cosmos
(while) the dead man stand upon his burning bed
Death used it's dices one time and he fucked us all!
And the gates are

[Cultoculus & M. chorus:]
Bellum omnium contra
Bis vincit qui se in victoria

The is empty
The spirit start to the never ending valley
the dead-man walking touch the sun

Strong is the Karnix cry from the Vril
Peccatorum
Peccatorum!

Air is dirty... and cold
and millions of candles
Millions and millions of

from the terrestrial surface
Digital vibes, electric impulses and grey

Generated from the vomit
And the dead white man is
Immortal?
... when illusions lives through it's vis
Giving back to a useless projection

While the dead white man stand his burning bed
is moving down
In the meanders of the Satan!
Good and Evil's
and chaos
can combine!

The is his representation
The white man is not in the world
The world is him.