1. WITHOUT GOD

Death, murders and blood.
Till when, till when ?

Through the smoke of the fires
Rises and beats in your ears
The shout of the killed,
The cry of the countless martyrs
On stakes of burning wood.

Every death is an amusement to you.
Till when, till when ?
Answer !

You are silent,you don't know.
But we know. Here, see !

We take one leap straigth to you.
Down with god !

We throw a bomb to your heart
And take capture by assault the sky.
Down with god !

We fling you down from your throne,dead,
Deep in the universal starless abyss.
Down with god !

On the sky-bridges,infinitely high
We'll raze the venerable heaven,
Down, on the bloody Earth-expanse.

The humans are migthy force
Without god, without master !


2. ...ON THE PLANET EARTH

Here the memory do not have beginning or end.
In every Evil there is Good, in every Good-some Evil.
In the coldness I feel warmth, and in the warmth-coldness.
In the darkness I see ligth, and in the ligth-darkness.

In the roar of the see waves, breaking on the shore,
I hear music that exists since time so distant.
Who has composed the endless song of the waves ?
The religion shouts: "God and no one else !"
In the fallacy there is no enligtenment, in the enligtenment - no fallacy.
In the lie there is no truth,in the truth-no lie.

And the truth is that composer of the endless song of the waves
Are the stars,the planets
That go round them and the moon which conducts the choir
Of seas and oceans on the planet Earth.

Here the memory do not have beginning or end.


3. A WORLD FOOLED

Startlingly false words,
Are heard be a world, roaming in nowhere
Lie, truth or madness...?
The mankind is confused, uncertain.

Creatures, possessed be insanity
Are smouldering dleeds,
Dying out at the thougth of salvation.
This thougth is a stolen moment of madness.

Some people believe in the lie
That they will be saved.
But... everything will and this way.

A far away wind,a piercing coolness,
Souls drowned by anger in an abyss centuries deep,
Doomed to non-salvation,
Lied by words, startlingly false.


4. PICTURES OF FLESH

Open your mind
Senselessly haunting in the emptyness
And see the thing, called "god"
An opperessed breath, tiresome hell and paradise, closed in a shell
How it's trying to put your feelings in a frame
And turn you in a picture of live flesh.

Your soul is in a shell.
Look at it !
Understand your pain !
Cognize the sorrow !
Touch with lips the thougth !
Cure your soul !
Don't let anybody close your feelings
And turn you in a picture of live
Flesh.