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