Pilgrimage Lyrics

The time you were born
Is a poisonned fruit
A pointless sin, vain and pretentious:
The daily abortion
Of beauty and good
God is overthroned by a monkey
The sacred is rendered dirty:
You wait for the omega sign,
demand that the curtain be drawn

Trempé au glorieux sang des pourceaux
Le front encagé de clous,
et le verbe ardent

I read the lines you carved
Deep in the tongue's flesh
With a blade of salt
Decipher the ever bleeding map:
Via dolorosa

Céleste arpenteur des soues,
pélerin de l'absolu
Possessed by the echoes
Of a wrath divine
The joyful pain of the prophets

Every word's an obvious sign
Even blasphemies are prayers
That shake the stars
And tear heaven asunder

Motionless, in the heart of mystery,
the soul dispels the mirage of time,
enjoys the end

Here, exiled, too far from the face
We have no other choice
Than to wait and hope

Wishing the pigs would drown
Writhe and suffocate
In their own mire:

For the void has to summon the abyss,
the void is the key
Opening the dragon's door

We have no other choice
Than to walk in silence
Until they're spewed by the skies!

Beati qui lugent (bis)

If the universe is abandoned
If grace is only the light
Of a dead star
Then we might have reached
The omega station:
The roving is ending at last