Paroles de 'Illumination' par Fonops

Illumination

On the brink of enigma,
the soul of man is forever now seized by seraphic nausea.
Mystical is the abyss, which attracts our curiosity,
by the terror from its depth.
Infinite is the living of Herr Faust,
for whom alone, the gold is ultimate mystery.
Absurd and crucible,far from daemonstrating,
that inferno exists.
Vision and imagination,alchemy and doctrination,
vision and inflammation,human illumination.
When the light will spring eternally,
from the shadows of deepest space.
Babel Tower will shake and twist.
Vision and imagination,alchemy and doctrination,
vision and inflammation,human illumination.
To ascend the will of Devil,touch the sky.
Man will never touch the sky.