Solicide

All the great ones, they are withered Great painters are no more Architects of art and wisdom Shadows of our past All and none grow as worlds of truth Nothing left to say All and none become things to do Nothing is our past This day has got no meanin

Sinners... A world full of sinners Symptom of a miscreation From high skies and deep into earth Ravishing the punishments come Civilization, a cancer Dismal cacophony of life Nothing worse than to live Amongst a herd, the brainless Torn between desir

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate Dans les tènèbres Décrépit et déformé Un monde plein de vie vide L'homme est aveugle Ce qu'il est passé, s'estompe Ce qu'il vient... angoissé All the great ones, they have withered Bright stars are no more Archi