1. MASTERS ENSLAVED

A silent war now has began,
Where fear is the weapon of mass resignation.
The greed of a few shapes the world

If they dare to speak, they salute the death.
A regime of terror connected to the worst fate,
Forced labour, cities eaten by the disease ...

They hold the world, with an iron grip.
She holds the masters enslaved.

She empties their souls,
Until the agony.

The gods looked away from this troubled world,
Men groan, the crisis arrives.
They arm themselves, they will rise up.
Her apogee is coming.

The skulls are crashed,
Women are raped.
The volcano has awakened.

Screams, tears all the night,
Cities are on fire.
The future is destroyed.
Annoyed masters responded,

Atrocity !
Domination !
Savagery !
Burial !

Atrocity !
Domination !
Savagery !
Sacrifice !

They killed with no feelings at all !

The slayings are over.
There is nothing more.
Save the countless losses, and the master's heft.

She goes out of her cave, spectator and manipulative.
She travels theworld and steal the last remaining souls.
Still a new world in her control


2. ARCHITECT OF CHAOS

Full of sorrow, a man goes down.
Dead thoughts in an empty mind.
Had to struggle over a lifetime,
Coming and going, aiming for nothing.

The reason is gone,
Madness is coming,
I am the architect of your chaos.

Here comes his desire’s thing in his sights.
He stares at her, draws near, steps back.

The reason is gone,
Madness is coming,
I am the architect of your chaos.

It’s an animal’s instinct,
A road of repentance.

The evil potion drives him mad.
Uncontrollable, furious.

The reason is gone,
Madness is coming,
I am the architect of your chaos.

Dark forces remain his hands’s master.
He’s drowning in Pandemonium.

Once caught, she’s tied up,
No more refrain, no more refrain !
She’s beaten up, and it starts again.

Touched, raped, alone,
Without conscience.
She's suffering, she's lost,
Soon, she will fall.

The reason is gone,
Madness is coming,
I'm the architect of your chaos.

A feeling of mastery,
A remorse slowly wakes up.

Reason is gone.
Madness is here.
Your being’s dead !
You’ve lost control


3. SILENCE

As death reached a man,
I worshipped the silence
Knowing words the priest spoke
Were worthless.

Look in the mirror and see,
A man that once was.
The man with laugh full in mind,
Malignancy in his brain
But even days full of life,
Too short, too soon…
May still be darkened.
Darkened !

Now pain is burning souls
Bent down on their knees
Drowning in the laws
From the enlightened cross.

For whom the earth has no worth
Was created the sky.
The fervent wound of helpless devotion !

The flat light on a screen
Monitoring last breaths
Two thin men took his remains
And dressed them for the play.

Snow on the floor
An open church door
The white dressed priest
Sanctifying.

Meaningless talk
Funeral walk.
Crimson sunsets…
Mourning…
New mornings !
The worth of silence !

For whom the earth’s not worth
Was created the sky.
For whom the silence has worth...