Sickness Born With Life


She Is A Careful And Patient Shadow


Man's Faithful Enemy


Unceasingly Transformed, Rebaptized





Behind A Different Mask


I Know It's Always The Same Face,


Always The Same Eyes Greedy For Agony


Always The Same Compassionate Ears


Listening To Our Moans,


To Our Heartbeats





Passive And Disinterested


Like An Infidel Wife


This Cold And Wet Mouth


Will Give Us The Very Last Kiss





Death Is Red,


For Those Who Experience Her Torments





Bound To Death Like A Daughter To Her Mother


She Gives Her Mass Graves Overflowing


Of Sketched Life, Of Projects And Hopes





What's Good To See Her So Active





Abandoned, In The Arms Of Another Plague


Humanity Slowly Disappears


Someone Prays, Some Others Cry





What's Good To See Her So Active