Each circle must be closed, alike each world Must fade away!
All is for nothing! ALL IS FOR NOTHING! Thus all thy light reflects as shadow Any way chosen is a path of defeat To a painful monument of the genre of catastrophe
All is uncertain! All has gone mad!
Oh feeble man, oh slave of thyself! Thou art as infants with heroin addiction As an inverted tower fall with all humility Unlikely to reach thine image of Eden Oh feeble man made of juice and clay, surrender! For thou hath failed to bear thy name with dignity! As a worm untransformed, thou hath never seen the Light And so thy existence itself is a blasphemy!
As a monument of pain, architecture of denial Chaotic emanation of all that is for nothing The punishment of life, the final judgement reversed Enwing thyself with suffering, encrown with thorns
All is uncertain, all has gone mad, All is inverted like the Tower from the Cards!
The Tower of loss! The oracle of failure! As distant wars become so close And distant fears now stand befory thy home And like serpents of incest rape they brood
Thou art witness to a construction of loss Thus the pain of man is a pain of a GOD! Thou wisheth to be the locust of the earth, Only thou hath reached becoming the vermin Thou gleameth hopefully unto the void Tough the void returns only chosen smiles When sails thee towards perdition, nail thy feet to the deck!
All is for nothing! ALL IS FOR NOTHING! All that you percept is a lie so blind All is uncertain all has gone mad All is inverted like the tower from the Cards!