Hypophanie Lyrics

Clouds move away where one can see the face of the mongrel, demiurge born of a compressed fracture of light's division. The retard God of hebrews surrounded by tetramorphic hounds. The fruit, and the worm which ate it, are moulded in the same tubular consciousness, morphing with no goal, a symmetric disease with no center nor outline. To divide the divine in its secular forms, to embrace the cleansing of soul mutilation. Seconds and centuries fill the same bottle. Drunk are we on the juice of perdition! Unable to remember the day of burying, unable to perceive the harbingers of the unmasking to come. Sparkling garlands of decay fill emptiness with vast portion of terror. The Cosmic strife of creation against a stillness of the ages beneath, the corpuscle against the wave. If space is black, it's because we are blind. Living and sleeping in bloody sheets of clustered matter, acting as if we knew something other than a submission to the rattle of the fooled one. Wallowing in a filth not yet spread, wandering in ruins not yet fallen, heirs of an abortion committed out of womb. Embrace the unmasking so the aeons can radiate again and forever reverse the foul parody of creation. Look and understand!