Another side of the rules
Tells me who and when I am
Trough the seeds that keep the Roots
In a mass of effusive Neurons
Storms of Blood and Electricity
Chills of the Snake
That changes it's color constantly
In your childhood, unforgettable traumas
Silenty growing beside of the Creations
Ever escaping from the Sun
In your old age, guilty and Shame
Seven doors o hell, in the neck and the hips
Ever escaping from the Sun
Soon we'll be one
A parallel existence paralyze your Functions
Takes the command of your Soul and Body
It's the Corpus Alienum
Who serves who will be Clear
A matter of time and distinction
Ages of Myths and Destruction
Gods and demons retired
In the books of the Mankind
Mirrors of the people, commanded by their Tools
So now it's your turn,
Let the silver faces enter in your Front
This genetic robot will now belong to Us
Not just two sons of the Night
A entire army expects to murder the Sun
Marching on and on with a common Focus
Reintegrate the throne from who that chain Us
Ever, fighting against the Sun
Cut his pulse, cut his throat, burn his memories
Tie his navel in this tenebrous Spire
A parallel existence paralyze your Functions
Takes the command of your Soul and Body
It's the Corpus Alienum
Tells me who and when I am
Trough the seeds that keep the Roots
In a mass of effusive Neurons
Storms of Blood and Electricity
Chills of the Snake
That changes it's color constantly
In your childhood, unforgettable traumas
Silenty growing beside of the Creations
Ever escaping from the Sun
In your old age, guilty and Shame
Seven doors o hell, in the neck and the hips
Ever escaping from the Sun
Soon we'll be one
A parallel existence paralyze your Functions
Takes the command of your Soul and Body
It's the Corpus Alienum
Who serves who will be Clear
A matter of time and distinction
Ages of Myths and Destruction
Gods and demons retired
In the books of the Mankind
Mirrors of the people, commanded by their Tools
So now it's your turn,
Let the silver faces enter in your Front
This genetic robot will now belong to Us
Not just two sons of the Night
A entire army expects to murder the Sun
Marching on and on with a common Focus
Reintegrate the throne from who that chain Us
Ever, fighting against the Sun
Cut his pulse, cut his throat, burn his memories
Tie his navel in this tenebrous Spire
A parallel existence paralyze your Functions
Takes the command of your Soul and Body
It's the Corpus Alienum