The True Beast II Lyrics

There’s something about the pathetic meaning of existence
when everyone has come into life without a purpose.
Most of the time is
grotesque

Each one of you is placed in the right spot of this circus.
Arrays of rulers with their whores and their pawns
surrounded by swarms of freaks, wasters and charlatans
in a turmoil of insanity fighting for supremacy.
As if the prestige of the heavier tombstone
would matter in the end of this farce.

Crawling serpents shedded their skin with scutes and scales of iron as compassion got lost in the bottom of the moat.
You are such stuff as infernos are made on
and your little life is rounded with pain.
Crawling serpents buried their sins

Covens of vultures clothed in suits of greed
will never cease to binge on the edge of horror.
So used to be sustained
on a diet of carrion
and so addicted to the venom di avidità,
they don’t even remember they still can take wing

Hordes of ignavi, overcoming their sloth at last,
knelt down in worship of the fools
For the good laughters have always worked like barbiturates
before the flag would wave again

Miserable poets,
filling their inkwell with hatred
harvested from the disgrace of knowledge,
dull the thoughts with narcotics
for loneliness has got them nothing else left

Crawling serpents shedded their skin with scutes and scales of iron as compassion got lost in the bottom of the moat.
You are such stuff as infernos are made on
and your little life is rounded with pain.
Crawling serpents buried their sins