Besedila:
Elend A World In Their Screams

d'accueillir Boree dans mes veines. [English translation:] Scream across the city, scream dead through a thousand screams: they are dead! It exerts its will over a

for you. Among the dead you have chosen me. I have returned from the forests of snakes entwined with darkness, Its claws tearing from me the fantasy of a scream

[Instrumental]

Et la terre se mit a trembler des echos de sa colere ; Ses anneaux resonnerent de mille voix. Et le serpent de discorde s'elanca, et il devora le soleil

and may the walls give in; may the rain not wash away the ashes and may the blood be an offering no more. The fawn-coloured bricks reclaim their crimson

the journey ends. I have tried to circumscribe the world, but it is lost in its course. The soil is bloodred, the sky bloodred, the sea bloodred. The Omphalos screams