II

The quest to avoid a breach in reason,
Like a gap beyond any symbolic prison.
Maybe the heroine will make us float
And will carry us to the edge of the earth...
Where the battles for survival are cruel
And killing cold blood is the only rule...
Too many unveiled secrets until now.
We say goodbye, afraid to take a bow.
We taste the passion of the future death
Among strangers, on a melted path...

Facing the anarchy a little bit sober.
In dawn the scream of saints is over !
Pain hits us with the speed of light.
Your call is like a twist in the bite.
The angels smell the bitter sin scent
And crosses forget what we meant...
The bodies and memories feel no match
And echoes starts vibrating from scratch.
Where is your god to take the lead?
We die believing only in what we lived...