Spirit's molecules floats in the cosmos (While) the dead white man stand upon his burning bed Death used it's dices one time more and he fucked us all! And the gates are open Spirit's molecules floats in the cosmos (While) the dead white man stand upon his burning bed Death used it's dices one time more and he fucked us all! And the gates are open [Cultoculus & M. Fabban chorus:] Bellum omnium contra omnes Bis vincit qui se vincit in victoria The Container is empty The spirit start to explore the never ending valley Where the dead-man walking touch the sun Strong is the Karnix cry coming from the Vril Refugium Peccatorum Peccatorum! Air is dirty... radioactive and cold Millions and millions of candles Millions and millions of dead Echoes from the terrestrial surface Digital vibes, electric impulses and grey lights Generated from the earth's vomit And the dead white man is walking Immortal? down? ... when illusions lives through it's vis logica Giving back to earth a useless projection While the dead white man stand upon his burning bed Everything is moving down In the meanders of the Planet Satan! Good and Evil's assemblage Velocity and chaos They can combine! The world is his representation The dead white man is not in the world The world is inside him.