Beyond the stage where we all meet   The mirages of children kings   Sin omnium breeds reveries   All must be dead   The windmen's lurid masks and hellish laughters       Greed generation zero, wheels in the world machine   Child emperors 2000 countlessly march to the Katalypse      When suicide turn shots and showers golden in siren seas   And swallowing until we sleep, strangulation alpha      With thirteen wounds in every hand   We creep the circles for our Lord   A burning star for each to gnaw   All must be dead    Except for the forests of the strangled necks      And through year millions we stray million manias   A cannibal lighthouse was built of our nights   And it drags us towards sweet Assnakements   Through deep gullet tunnels with dark on each side      Forever will a word lament   Nor any deeds our feelings show   Since some when times are sure to come   In all directions throttled to the ground