| Spirit's molecules floats in the cosmos | |
| (while) the dead white man stand upon his burning bed | |
| Death used its dices one time more and he ****ed 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 its dices one time more and he ****ed 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 its 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. |