The secret name of our adversary
A billion voices echoing
Streets stretching awash with smoke
This industrial lunar night of bliss and terror
A velvet curtain falling
Kings and slaves locked in an embrace
of passion and hatred
Golden age, silver age, silicon age
Man will be... no more
Kept in the dark with nothing left to dwell on
Talking in their beds beneath the ground
Tongueless repeating old dialogues
A new scent fills the air
Saturn and his wolf unite
The primal source revived
Dry sockets thirst for a final glimpse
of a sky with fading stars
Going through the end
Descending in the jaws of the dragon
Is to witness the traumatic act of birth
Let the red blood return to its bones
