1000 carcasses waiting the final fall, A rotting suicide gallery black as their finest anger, The life stream is no longer flowing. Here, every nights love the dead, Here, every sounds mean pain. They are children ov the unreal, Driving their blood away, the death assumption, Guts, brain pieces and necrotic cells, Find their way into the Black Gallery. An heretic scene devoted to the awakening, A subtle rift toward morbid praises, Leave your soul fading away, Throat to the intestines, A beneficial pressure. The Black Gallery, for those who seek deliverance, Infected by the gross odour ov life, The Black Gallery, to see the end at its beginning, A darker passion than the drying heart. The Black Gallery... A darker passion than the dying heart. Join us to the Black Gallery, Obliterate the fear and lie down, Ov a trigger or a sharpened knife, Dream ov a non tyrannical world, Formerly forgotten by the faulty spirit.

I have seen another form ov paradise, Deep into the eternal skies, Far away from my madness, A pleasant place where lies are fiction. I have seen another part ov life, Through superficiality and faked faces, Joining the two poles to gather the wind, A black and white horizon, Spreading the clouds for our next storm ov fire. I have seen another kind ov oceans, Where we can breath through water, To be a part ov purification, To solve the time ov illumination. I have seen another way to think, Far beyond the stars, our beyond charged hope, The terror fade away, the tears aren’t real... But now here they come... Breaking the peaceful chain to death... They are called Dream Breaker, Sticking to evil, Opening the gate to hell, They don’t believe, they are "Blasphemator". No more paradise, Here is the storm ov fire, The oceans – A blood pool for the dead. Now it’s time, you can hear them coming, The moon is painted with a dark red surface, The red wine ov Christ, A wine for all hopeless souls to come, In a nightmare, every single vision have their sense, This one means the beginning, fear and tortures. (Fear and tortures) In the silence they were born, With silence they shall die, An union to govern them all, I find no peace here to be free, I cannot take it anymore. Enjoy the present, the white paradise (a new Eden), Embrace the time until it’s gone, In the shadows they was hiding, Waiting for the worst moment to come. Now it’s time, you can hear them coming, The moon is painted with a dark red surface, The red wine ov Christ, A wine for all hopeless souls to come. "Foolish sons ov God, Thou hast nothing But a larva crawling for their mercy, We, Dream Breaker, punish thee, For being the innocence ov the living, Far beyond the stars, Our mother ... For all eternity ..." Far beyond the stars... Far beyond the stars... A vision, a nightmare... Far beyond the stars... Far beyond the stars... They are the guardians... Far beyond the stars... Far beyond the stars... We cannot see... Far beyond the stars... Far beyond the stars... We are blind!

Je suis ici et ailleurs, Je peux succomber comme je peux revivre, Je vois les murs se découper, Comme un casse-tête ils se déforment, Ils respirent, de leurs poumons effrités, Tandis que j’absorbe ce noir silence, De ce chapitre fade en décomposition. Que ce temps inhalé m’exhausse enfin, De fardeaux et de pleurent je mourrai en vain… Seul, entouré de noirceurs névrosées, De gémissements, de lamentations exagérées, Je borde le sol gelé formé d’inexacte effervescence, J’absorbe les ténèbres et ses sinistres mélancolies. Démunis de regret et de peur, Former d’écorce brûlée, mon cœur, Faites pleurer l’émerveillement, De l’irréel au réel, mélanger le noir et le blanc. Des pyramides s’étendant par milliers, Par le Nil je m’éteindrai, De leurs doigts ils me pointent, ces anges, Créant ce vide auquel ils portent la démence, Ma voix ils m’ont volée, Mes cordes vocales je me suis fait arracher, Que de temps n’y restera, Pour eux, des chandelles et des têtes tranchées. Profondément obscur, j’étreins ma haine pour eux, J’étends le parfum camphré sur ce tapis osseux, Souvenir des temps anciens, Ce prélude à ceux qui m’ont vidé par les pieux. De l’innocence au réveil absolu, Me voilà centré dans cet univers non résolu, Une croisière vers la pure folie, Une chute glaciale vers ce monde incompris. Je suis ici et ailleurs, Je vois les murs se découper, Ils respirent, de leurs poumons effrités, Je me retrouve perdu, En ce monde où l’espoir s’en est allé, Le long des rivières où mon esprit s’est fané…

Nostalgique, l'accablement enivre notre ferveur, Déchirées par la peur d'une vie solitaire, Contemplons l'Unique profiter de nos soeurs, Une seule piqure suffit pour oublier tout le mal qu'engendre notre métier, Marginalisées, traitées telles des poupées, Les larmes coupantes, les artères bouchées, Et le ruissellement d'une source sans compassion, Exploitant nos vies, testant nos émotions, Visant à détruire pour mieux se construire, Souriant devant la misère de notre Empire, Une caresse, un souffle de tendresse, Entendez l'écho de nos sanglots, Balayez le noir et la détresse, Ouvrez les yeux et voyez plus haut, Que l'Univers est empli de sagesse. L'impression d'être conçues exprès, D'être obligées de mener une vied'ange, Les gens disent qu'on n'a rien bâti, Qu'ici les murs en ont pourri, Droguées par l'isolement et le silence, Submergées par l'encre noire de notre enfance, Cette triste réalité offrant une dépendance À l'extrême apogée de notre souffrance. Attachées au quotidien d'un monde sans lendemain, Liées au poison qui nous tient par la main, Que savez-vous? Que croyez-vous? Pointant l'Étrange tel un résidu humain.

(-Part II-) Welcome… I claim you as my god father, I receive your dust and your tears, By the candles around i invoke you, As the moon is coming down, Here is the eyes, your precious treasure. I retrieve the path ov salvation, I can touch a part ov this new creation, I’m your knight, the right hand ov the devil, I’m your children, let me join your kingdom. Placing the tentò upon my belly : "Ô Lord! Arise and come to me!" I fill my honour with blood, Chanting the conjuration for thee, Hara-Kiri "In the holy names, Adonai, Zebaoth, Amioram, Welcome, spirit, welcome art thou unto me; Forsake the light forever, And chain me to the lake ov eternal fire." Thou art Lord ov the Gods and Host, I shall obey to your orders, Thy voice is a wave from black shaped space, The seasons nor the time may fizzle the power, The power ov three – the power to see – The passage to paradise, The first seal is open once for all. "Enter the black gates ov the unknown, Engrave your name unto stones, Mother shall bless your soul..." I am Leviathan, who dwells within sins, I am Satan, who dwells within anger, I am Mammon, Who dwells within miserly, I am a newborn who resides in everything. Grazing the absolute truth, I am now the knowledge ov spirits, Spreading out my wings to reach the stars, I am a newborn who resides in everything. Thou hast blind and deep insane, Spitting on reality and full of madness, Let me show you what life really is, It’s all hiding within yourself, It’s hidden behind your eyes, A reflect toward Osorroniphris.

Dead men, dead men, swinging in a tree How many dead men do you see? Tongue turned blue and face gone grey Watch them as they twist and sway The first one killed the butcher man Then cooked him in the frying pan Served him to his hungry guests And gave them seconds on request The next one with his smile and sweets Stole poor children off the streets To men who dressed unsavory He sold them into slavery Dead men, dead men, swinging in a tree, How many dead men had you seen? Slipping through the air in fear, Masked faces without tears. Breaking into home at night The thief he had a nasty fright Filled his foolish head with ale Woke in the morn in the county jail The artist with his daunting skill Tried his hand at painting bills But caught in rain he was undone When the ink he’d use did start to run With promises ov great return Taking gold he did not earn Bundled it up out of sight Quietly slipped off into night Three houses into ashes burned The sheriff with no place to turn Did spy a stranger in his town Locked him up and beat him down Spasms along their stiff legs, Can't you see them praying God? Dig them tombs ov men desolation, And make them pray, for their Redemption. Dead men, dead men, swinging in a tree How many dead men do you see? Six feet long and six men wide Round their necks the noose be tied.

Damnation and perversity embrace my soul. Beyond the moon and her enchantress beauty, The wind brings salvation to the horrendous fool, That may endure my surrounded insanity. This is the opera ov magnificence, Expending spaces and its thousand tortured memories. I am the mistake ov an uncertain nature, The hidden strength drenched in the will ov veins. I crush and spit on your repugnant soul. Deliver the celestial aeon, Ethereal gates to Hell, A bleeding scene devoted to the awakening. Are the bounds to the unreal forsake the light forever? I am the Cold Saviour, I am Pain, I am the Pandora box, I am Chimera, I am One, I am Legion, I am Heaven, I am Hell-bound, I raised the fear and possess the rebellion ov six. I crown the heart ov Winter and the Serpent tail, ... And the Serpent tail ... The charade ov the travesty, Wandering along graves ov every kind, A mask ov fleshy tissue, I wear it upon mine. The carnival ov the dead, inept comrade at my left, Laughing and laughing toward madness, Dancing and twisting upon restless souls. I share my perversion with the ravenous God. Repose in a faked Eden, The bounty ov a genuine fallen. Crawl toward us for your eternal confession, And kiss our hand by the gust ov Legion. Legion! The equilibrium between mankind and torture, Its all in my mind, an utter gasp fulfilled with sulphur. Fine art ov blood drawing malicious shapes in the solstice, I am a dynast whom lose his philanthropy behind. The ruler is I, for I know the supremacy ov inequity. My ambition relates in suffering. For those who impose their Human being, I shall treat them as Judas toward Jesus Fucking Christ. Jesus Fucking...

Embracing the breeze ov a cold winter wind, Waiting for the guardian ov my secret garden, I barely perceive by the edge ov the scorched landscape, The aura ov a pure river flowing in my mind. The lake ov my mind . . . Beyond the mountains ov this grey and faded dimension, Collapse by thunder, a light upon darkness, I stand by the lake where wisdom kisses my soul, From this non-touchable pure water I seek, The truth all behind the humans’ creation, Drinking the honey ov a new knowledge, A thick liquid full ov grandeur, A river dwelling in my mind, The lake ov my mind . . . I wander, along the lake ov my destiny, The lake ov knowledge and purity, I fill up my mind with the essence that flows through it, I wander, along the lake ov my mind, The caress ov a soft perfume, Laying down my anger to an absolute delight, An addiction, a strange pale surface, A new torrent toward illumination, For those who search for their harmony, Dig up your passion ov immortality; Rummage in yourself; drop your frenzied temptation, And discover the lake... The lake ov my mind...

Je ne suis que la porte d’un solstice d’hiver, Errant dans la nuit – Cherchant son calvaire, Ankylosé, subjugué aux arrêts par le sort De ce rêve effréné lorsque je m’endors. Convoitant l’amertume de mon vide génie, J’arrache tripes et âme et me voilà meurtri, Par la perversion d’une tromperie, J’ai demeuré sage et incompris. Cette fourberie grinçait à mes oreilles, Telle la musique d’un violon désaccordé, Au moment immanent de mon Réveil, Je fus traversé par mille coups d’épée. Vivant depuis ce mal nostalgique, J’arrose de haine leur factice amour; Gloire aux cauchemars les plus horrifiques, Malmenant mes idées au point du non-retour. L’amas de la succession de mes jours S’enfilant tels des perles sur un collier Que je ne saurais vouloir garder, Le crâne dévoré par le son des tambours, Le sang vicié dans mes veines, Rendant à ma surdité la moisson de ma peine. J’esquissais des tableaux imaginaires Inspirés par la vendetta sanguinaire, Noyait ma raison d’être au-delà des étoiles, Souhaitant les joindre au milieu de la toile. J’applaudis les anges de la jeunesse D’être en moi tel l’espoir continuel, Qui même aux aguets contemple ce bordel Pour devenir le pantin sans caresses. Soudainement envahis par de vils désirs, J’alimentais un monstre qui m’avait dans sa mire, Ce qu’à mes yeux semblait le pire, J’accordais de l’importance à vouloir détruire. Basant ma logique à me dire ‘’et si...’’, Je plantais dans mon cœur des épines de roses, Me trouvant déchiré devant la porte close : Décomposé et solitaire comme un fruit pourri.

Is this a fiction ? Is this the reality ? I have dreamt of any kind of creatures, Now they possess my mind, my soul and my future, I cannot sleep anymore, they wont leave me alone. Is this a fiction ? Is this the reality ? I have dreamt of any kind of creatures, A prison made of flesh, the return of insanity, Now they seal off my brain as claustrophobic demons. I can't imagine you did it to me... (you miss me) You were my sunny moon... Reminding me a forgotten tale of my youth, Oh... i'm scare, i'm restless, As claustrophobic demons... Make me smile, kiss me 'til I die, Unchain my heart to your forsaken passion, Freeze my wounds, so it may pass away, Come back to me... (Come back to me) I'll love you forever sweetheart. "Those that dream awakened are aware of thousand things That escape to those that dream when they sleep."

No air, no place to live, Breathing the fear ov this cold coffin, There’s no sky, no stars, no light, Overcome by the blackness, I must be dead or just dreaming, Where the hell am I ? Six feet under the sunlight, Six feet away from hope, I find no ways to peace, Ov darkness my soul, Ov flame my skin is burning away, By the terror ov being isolate, Looking for a corner to pull out, Praying the Gods to let me out, I feel the pain kissing my mind, I am blind, I am hopeless, All the darkness here makes me mad, Here i can believe in suffering, Here is the place where dead are the plague, Now i know that i have no issue, Now the time and the life doesn’t exists, Down below, a mass ov worms, Piercing the earth to reach my grave, I’m dead – I’m dead – I’m dead, Scratching the cover, Screaming for help, I think there’s nowhere to escape, I feel there’s no air anymore, I’m dying here, in my coffin, Without any chance to live, Someone put me in there with no mercy, I close my eyes, I’m waiting for the empty time, Here is my new home .... Here is my destiny ... I can see the other side, Where the life is not real ... Eating my flesh to keep me alive, A delicious plate for my final desire, I have to be insane, I must be dreaming, The power ov evil, the only way to be, The pain and the pleasure gathered, I embrace the fear and the madness together.

I was born with a birthmark of cinders Debris cast from the stars and mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters Of life that ran slick from the stab wounds in her Dub me lord abortion, the living dead The bone saw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows Now times nine or ten Within this vice den called a soul Dying resurrection I dig deep to come again The spasm of orgasm on a roll I live the slow serrated rape The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate Victims force fed their own face Tear stains upon the drape I should compare them To a warm summer's day But to the letter, it is better To lichen their names to a grave Counting my years on an abacus strung With labial rings and heartstrings undone Dub me lord abortion, the living dead The bone saw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath Horrorscopes my diorama A twelve part (so far) psychodrama Another chained I mean to harm her Inside as well as out A perverts gasp inside the mask I'm hard, blow my house of cards All turn up death, her bleeding starts In brute vermilion parts Now I slither through the hairline cracks In sanity, best watch your back Possessed with levering hell's gates wide Liberating knives to cut humanity slack My ambition is to slay anon A sinner in the hands of a dirty god Who lets me pray, a Gilles de Rais Of light where faith leads truth astray I slit guts guts and free the moistest faces Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within "my heart was a wardrum beat By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults When number thirteen fell in my lap Lips and skin like sin, a venus mantrap My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into A grave coffin fit for the queen of spades She went out like the light in my mind Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks Came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously But when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through" The suspect shadow sher they least Expect my burning grasp to reach The stranglehold, the opened arms Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred Rainbows that my razors wrung Midst her screams and seams undone Sung at the top of punctured lungs I bite my spiteful tongue Lest curses spat from primal lairs Freeze romance where angels, bare Are lost to love, blood loss, despair I weep, they merely stare And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.