I tormented my existence with incomprehension
I've learnt to trust not the horizons
Any waiting is vain
Time covers all, slowly absorbs and grinds
Every breath, every memory is artificial prothesis
When the new one forges ahead I feel myself swept away
Anger, irradiant through the void
A star without a soul
Deaf, we live on imperfection
A useless tragedy suffocates us
Against the violence of emptiness let any architecture of sense collapse
Against the frost that burst behind every light walk down, walk down the warpath
Ancient thirst of vengeance
Nature turns against its own essence