Drowning in those waves of smoke
Which summits stand out like living roots
I feel them seizing me, wrapping me up, devouring me
Here. They come, on and on
Like plants born of satanic seeds
Cultivated in the Pandemonium
They're going through the ground as if it did not exist
Sprayed with innocent blood
They proliferate in the void of subconscious
As some of us are still resisting
Your strategy changes and liquefying
You blend in with the red fluid
Destroying our senses, creating new ones, unknown and
Scaring
Taking us further
On until we give in
The ranks of the ancients
Decrease while those of The novices swell
Perpetuating
The truest forbidden
Tradition in your name
Blanche fum?e envo?tante
Que nos id?es pourrissent par ton pouvoir intense
Combattue par la horde d?risoire des vengeurs de nos
?mes d?sincarn?es