Mellonta Tauta from Sidereus Nuncius by HEGEMON

An ever flowing stream of hatred, stream of anguish,
That will never cease to flow…
Thus, Sidereus Nuncius shall be the whole of the book.
A weapon against corruptors that will have to pay one day or an other.
The shape of all fears in my nightmares, feeds my anger,
For I see clearly…
We’re reaching our end in the flames of our self destruction
That will just release our pain.
Did the abyss call my name ? To dry the last drop of my consciousness ?
But to die won’t be my shelter for the seeds of darkness remain.
We have slain, we will pay, there is no savior, no virtue…
They’ve left us in pain… Dare…Say my name ! Say my name…
I’ll fill your tombs.
In the empty corridors of your wrecked knowledge,
I try to seek how to avoid my twisted fate,
I rise to see there is no sacrifice.
Far too late to feel regrets,
Step aside from the coming end.
They left us all…
They sold our soul…
Feel the stench that flows…
Feel the stench…Of dismay.
Feel the stench…Feel… the stench of our pathetic reign
Mellonta Tauta… Mist and gloom.
There is no soul that I worship, There is no power to enslave me.
Things are ending the way we create them…

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