It's not easy to live
When there is too many way to die
And only one way to born :
Exit from where daddy enter.

And I denied Godly Dad and laws too
No notion of God even unconcious

Once upon a cross
Carrying the dead body of a Jew
King of contemptible people
Claiming to be the son of God.

I am the spikes in his hands
And the spear in his heart ;
His face twisted by pain
Can't make me sad.

Once upon a cross
Carrying a bastard's corpse

Dans la plus totale incompréhension
Et dans de multiples directions,
S'acheminent vers la berge
Et se perdent ceux qui divergent.
Qui dit verge, dit vagin
Ravagé, ravageant à jeun,
Où meurent les perdants perdus
Du sperme répandu...

After years of insane wanderings
Doubt spread in my mind
Everything would be nothing else than appearance
Even pain I endured
Nothing more mattered at that time
Even my formerly imminent death,
Since I never existed.

I refuse to roll along once again
My rock on

I won't claim to love you
I won't even try
You're just a fucking
Piece of fuckable meat.

Your dry vagina lets me know
Your absence of desire
If I have to flayed my cock
I'll fuck you in your tight ass.

Then will come my depressing orgasm
I'll cum on your u

God is dead but people haven't still realized it
Because divine decomposition
Haven't yet tickled our nostrils,
But when people will smell it,
His shadow will be still shown
In dark caves for many centuries longer.
And we must still fight his shadow !

God is dead !

Still waiting for the apocalypse
Still waiting for one great beast
Since 1999's eclipse
Still waiting for the apocalypse
Still waiting for four horsemen
Still waiting for Pestilence,
War, Famine and Death.
A pure fucking armaggedon
Where the good ones and the evil

Fuck me ! Once again I should torture my brain
To vomit some lyrics making me sick.
Will I lost myself in incomprehensible
Metaphors just to try to put into rhyme ?
Or will I write
Prosaic but sensed
Words ?
Fuck it ! Anyway the style, it still remains
The theme t

I complain to God
About my criminal drives
I lodge a complaint against God
To haven't save their lives

The Lord Giveth, the Lord Taketh
The Lord Giveth, I Taketh
I was baptised to be released
From Evil and my precocious sins
Have I been swindled ?

The Lord

Jamais, même au plus bas sur cette terre,
Satan ne prit pitié de notre longue misère.
Jamais, même au plus profond des enfers,
Satan ne prend pitié de notre longue misère.

Non-conformism is just another way to conformity
As satanism is just another way to christianity
R