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
A parallel existence paralyze your functions
{It's the Corpus Alienum}
A parallel existence paralyze your functions
{It's the Corpus Alienum}
Who serves who will be clear
A matter of time and distinction
Ages of myths ans 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