Dread the Unknown

Dread the Unknown
dread the unknown
te possibility, the dominante, the mystery

can you just believe what i said
or you are afraid to admit
the presence of the unknownbeing
but one day you'll see...
They're coming

there is a possibility among the depth of the space
think about that

dread the unknown
mysterious species from other planets
dread the unknown
dread their shadows
flying across the sky

be dominated on any form
on any level of your destiny
imagine... the suffering
using you like a guinea-pig against your will

but also see the mysteries
of a distinct race
separated by light-years
a privilegious moment of a rare intensity

don't turn your back on it... on it... on it
Genocide

far from here
deflagration
hits the sky
mankind fixed... too late

the execution's breath
hunts present away
sweeping the creation
with the back of his hand

our dying groans implode
through the lamentations collapse
a provoked silence persist
the doubtful silence of the human remains

powerfull intrusion
of the viction
our own sphere

degeneration of the populations
desintegrate all of the nations

darkness descends on the earth
as we lost our paradise

«What should be next
we are about to die on our feet
each war strikes men and they laugh
it is time to rise»

slavery misery

upon those violent acts

closed window
lies
Another frequency

my vision is so denouncer
that they enter in me as a metal wall
for them i'm only a viction in the crowd
interfering by changing the rules

all those people who decide for us
proud of their attitude
it's a communication without sence

i saw the rules... on the wall... in the crowd

stronger than me
i can't help my self
society makes me so weak

so weak, so unstable

honnest desire to understand
uncomprehending things
to fulfill my dreams i must neglect
all the values of life

under the sea... over the bridge
speculations unclear
frequency of theirs... untouchable
manipulating us

true rules... on the wall
true rules on the wall
responses speak

into the strangers casualness
i am convulsive and breathless

this is another frequency
where i can't be
Noctural cycle

i can't see.. I can't taste... but i can feel
as the poor suffering fears
when the death knocks at the door

i sickly apprehend those long and gloomy nights
the awakening calls
making an unbearable noise
ouh.. I know

day after day... it's back
and my patience
is exhaust to a consciousness level
that i cannot seize

the time and his notions penetrate me
all over my body

i must fear my own self
on the slippery wall... where i crawl