[Music: M. Fabban / Nysrok, Lyrics: M. Fabban, March 2005]    Spirit's molecules floats in the cosmos  (while) the dead white man stand upon his burning bed  Death used it's dices one time more and he fucked us all!   And the gates are open    Spirit's molecules floats in the cosmos  (while) the dead white man stand upon his burning bed  Death used it's dices one time more and he fucked us all!   And the gates are open    [Cultoculus & M. Fabban chorus:]  Bellum omnium contra omnes  Bis vincit qui se vincit in victoria    The Container is empty  The spirit start to explore the never ending valley  Where the dead-man walking touch the sun    Strong is the Karnix cry coming from the Vril  Refugium Peccatorum  Peccatorum!     Air is dirty... radioactive and cold  Millions and millions of candles  Millions and millions of dead    Echoes from the terrestrial surface  Digital vibes, electric impulses and grey lights    Generated from the earth's vomit  And the dead white man is walking  Immortal? down?   ... when illusions lives through it's vis logica  Giving back to earth a useless projection    While the dead white man stand upon his burning bed  Everything is moving down  In the meanders of the Planet Satan!!   Good and Evil's assemblage  Velocity and chaos  They can combine!!!     The world is his representation  The dead white man is not in the world  The world is inside him.