Kill a dream that was never born
In darkness minions gather
And in light chaos prevails
Listen to the vomit
Hear the hate
Taste disgust.
There, I live,
There, where uranium mines are found
Shining beneath the soil
Buried to gush again
Hidden to enlighten
Unleashed in the coming days
When the moon turns green
When visions of death become clear.
Ashes, fire and transcendent negativity
Boiling cosmic theory,
Creeping breezes of cold
Roaming twisted bones,
Tearing sounds apart
Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah.
The hymns desecrated and tongues mingled,
A memory of a tower told that never existed
When the dream did inhale the present
