A Grand Transgression

It has been written, carved onto old stones, through generations:
Humankind will conquer the pale blue dot

You! Sapiens! Supreme carnivore!

Shepherd of all the species, he, who bears unearthly skills
A priest who follows the so-called shining golden way

Makes the pandemonium of the perpetual catastrophes
Crawls backwards with fear through the centuries

Star-crossed, unaware minds are still unable to break their walls down
Yеt they’re willing to move mountains away

And makе the pandemonium of the perpetual catastrophes
Crawl backwards with fear through the centuries

We feed the deserts, spoil the nourishment of the earth
Where materialist souls breed sightless children

What we have become?

This is a glorious blasphemy
The head of the goat stares at an inevitable downfall
No living creature can bear this old conquest much longer
Modern degradation deforms life itself

A pandemonium
A despair through the centuries

So feed the deserts, spoil the nourishment of the earth
Where materialist souls raise sightless children

We will witness as societies crumble

What we have become?

There is no fertile ground anymore
Sunshine bleeds into a dying atmosphere
Cages, exploitations, enslave us evermore
Anguish and terror serve global control

All is to promulgate, to meet thy fatum

Fiends are preaching from their jeweled lecterns
Make apparations worship emptiness
They’re preparing for the final hour
Relentlessly on a grand transgression
I see a light
It’s shimmering through dark skies
It beams with ferocious rays

I see a light, It burns again
Crimson sun shines on a cold and empty wasteland