«Enter suicidal angels…»

How hungry we've become
Like animals naked in shame
Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
That galloped down disordered worlds behind

From word to a word, I was led to a word
That spanned over cultures in rage
Crimson masses, steeped in decadence
Holding our tongues to the thirsty sun
So, is the future still open?
So, tell me, tell me!
Then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts
To draw down the end from within

We need not the horns
That emanate from our dying, haunted bodies
Seven in number they are

Nihilist, Hedon, the priceless art of their lives
Sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads
Skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow
In the fold of your shivering arms

How hungry we've become
Like animals naked in shame
Fed with the hooves of apocalypse
That galloped down disordered worlds behind

Hedon, Hedon, Hedon, Hedon, your children wild
Hedon, Hedon, Hedon, Hedon, and filled with death

And the sickness attached to your skin
As the wine-rush, charging from androgynous wombs to open free the lid of pain

Open free the pain!

«Hedon, rinsed in post-human shadows
A monument scorned by the teeth of time
Stale-faced keeper of secrets
Loaded with implosive fire
The whore that carried the apostle
To the mating point on the graves of giants»

We look at you, afraid to see what we really are!
We look at you, afraid to see what we really are!