There is nothing to save
Nothing to taste
There is nothing to risk
So there's nothing to brave
If there is, it's a waste
All achievements shall blink when we cease to exist
Insignificant life
Insignificant faith
Those pathetic ideals
Finally to end this strife
And purge thyself I hate
From the edge I'll respond to the abyss appeal
Oblivion hatches itself to me
Sublime morbid immensity
An hurricane of souls in doom
Hemorrhagic d**h in bloom
In this nocturnal sky
Innumerable corpses
Dance like autumnal leaves
Funeral lament magnified
By necrotic voices
A chorus from this mosaïc of d**h motives
Those pa**ed away lowering their moan
Stopping their motion
And turning to me
I'm standing on my own
Core of their dominion
Somehow feeling the guilt in face of their envy
Hides in their empty eye-sockets
All the burden of their regrets
My vain bravery against life sink
I think...
Every birth is a semen
Within the opaque uterine coffin
Every d**h is another seed
From which the oblivious garden will feed
Value that seems volatile
Or just another naïve comforting lie
Unveil it's true relief
While facing at the diffuse light of d**h
I hold on to the flesh
'Cause it is who I am
I drink now at their breast
The nectar of existence
Never will I again
Dare doubting of this chance
In front of them I stand
In paradoxical trance