Flashing lights and rhythmic sounds They fill this night People are enjoying a festival But Descarte is here He has a plan in his mind Such an evil plan...
Descarte: ‘‘I will grant you some pain To help you exceed yourself Pain will excite your brain cells You are numb, you are a slumberous trivial being but I show no contempt I will assert my authority to guide your steps to cosmic balance’’
The music stops people stand still, they are hypnotized Now it’s time to make them weep He will assail their young ones And teach them a lesson
As soon as Descarte whispered ‘‘now you are free to move’’ screams and moans flooded the skies, the tragedy was complete
Descarte: ‘‘Lord look at my wondrous deeds, they breathe my gorgeousness A single knife is like a paint-brush for my art, my grotesque art I am the onset of Hell in their lives’’
‘‘I will grant you some pain To help you exceed yourself Pain will excite your brain cells You are numb, you are a slumberous trivial being but I show no contempt I will assert my authority to guide your steps to cosmic balance’’
The murdered children: ‘O God why you flee in panic? Where is your grace? Innocent flesh dissolved into pieces, now we are forlorn Our demons will make our people wiser’’