The dogma at its peak
Traversed by suffocation
Even if hope dies last
It dies, transmigrates henceforth

Averted of lies and deception
A unity is forming
Aware of presence and the Sein
And the unknown paths

Yet Triconicus is almighty
Ruling since time immemorial

First the rise, then zenith and decay
The cycle unbroken and cast in stone
Signs are set – Zeitgeist: Dystopia
A relentless law, as old as the time

The Fates of Resurrection
A self-immolation for greater things
Conscious of the truthful paths
Undeceived, gallantly
Triconicus exposed