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A step away from hell, in dark times, they're still scamming
Selling tickets for heaven, renting Noah's ark cabins
But their ship will sink in the abyss
They still get hard on the weight of their wallets
It's absurd, they can fill their pockets; the paper will burn
It's time to accept their system's defeat
Profit is obsolete


All those years
Barking at them, announcing mayhem, begging them to stop
Knees deep in shit they'll say that on the water they shall walk
They've kneeled their whole life

It won't be hard for them to crawl
But fuck them all, they've sold their fucking souls
Still pictured as prophets, still worshiped as gods
From ashes to ashes, from lust to disgust

Witness the bursting of the human bubble
End of the great, death of the simple
Witness the bursting of the human bubble
Absurdity leads the human struggle
Fuck this shit

Thank the elders for their way of life

Thank the leaders for their foresight

Thank the leaders for their foresight

Thank the past for the lost fight

Progress could only be ahead
Pushing forward over the cliff's fucking edge
Now they're flying, alive but already dead
Already shattered corpses on the stony bay

They can beg, whine, pray

Even the foam won't wash their hands clean
They can beg, whine, pray

Because tonight the shepherds

Die amongst their sheeps

They'll fucking beg
Die amongst their sheeps, they'll fucking beg

La nuit est un voyage
Les paupières se ferment
Aux portes du réel,
Et les jours d’un autre âge
Etouffent les querelles.


La route est sinueuse
Et blanche et infinie
Le pas lourd, illusoire
Immobile et en vain
S’enlise dans le rien.


Un gouffre sombre et vide

Attire de son œil noir,
Et l’air aspire le fil
Fragile et transparent
D’une vie passée à rien.


Les mains, les bras, le corps
S’élèvent dans l’air doux
Légère est la pensée,
Limpide le regard
Et rien ne vient heurter
Les mots de l’aurevoir.

The night is a voyage
Eyelids are closing
On the gates of the real
And days of another age
Crush quarrels


The road is winding
White and infinite
The heavy step, illusoryImmobile and in vain
Sinks into the nothingness


A dark and empty gulf
Attracks with its black eye
And the air sucks in
The fragile and transparent thread
Of an empty life

Hands, arms and body
Reach up in the sweet air
Light is the thought
Limpid the eye
And nothing will trouble
The words of adieu