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All there is chaos

within the womb without walls

in between the eternity of peace, darkness and death

And I repeat, all there is chaos!

Speech of the language that has no words

Full of shapeless forms

from the world beyond of god

of those all escaping all definitions

to the verge of creation

So sought the flame his keeper

as chained to the liberty

as gathered has the voltage to the verge of eruption

Gather around, gather around O' sons of men

Hear my words as they are painted

with the blood of the dead prophets

Your god is dead, I shall repeat, your god is dead

slaughtered in his house

like in the dawn of new revolution

for the new spiritual reign

in the light of all these burning churches

where burns the memory of vicarious suffering of Christ

Watch the bodies burn

Watch the smoldering mind reborn

in the flames and chaos of the new dawn

rising from the inner core of the mind's eye

This is a war, the great spiritual war

against all man made structures

to cave up the spirit within

the true numinous being

that lies beneath the eye's sight

but more real and I mean more real than everything

infusing the existence as a whole

finally understood by the soul of Man

To carry on you shall wipe out the mother earth

slaughter the heavenly father

in order to know where you really come from

Face the sweet salvation from the pipe of the gun

Feel the cold steel of true evangelium

It is time to take a step to higher path

It is time to be the masters of our houses

Burn all that there is ever to be burn

It is ever more bright in the night side of the life

And I shall declare that all there is chaos

All there is chaos