Angélisme Songtext
von Vengeur

We are the same – equal and indistinguishable
And yet, mirrors refuse to cast a symmetrical reflection
Unable to believe that you could ever be resemblant

A vain replica must know the smell of its creator
Yet would the fabled sculptor have pity for the likes of you?

They say you are a manifestation of poetry,
Transparent progeny of the great self-aggrandizer
So spit in the faces of those that expose your mediocrity!
Malign them!
Don′t let them sow seeds of doubt in your auroral soul
For You are worthy! You truly are!

And if we indeed are alike, why am I not a rabid animal
Whose thoughtless ignorance has long replaced true courage?
One a formless copy of another,
There is no use for any of you to bear a name!


In euphoric hysteria of mental mutilation,
Cripples gulp martyrdom along with waters once most stenchful
Unwashed maws of salivating hounds open wide in awe
To proclaim their master's divine plan!

Woe unto thee, architect!
I have beheld their zenith overshadowed...

Strike the plastic throat for a shriek
To expose the canine tongue of this perverted caricature
Madly drunk with blood of love
A single whip puts out the cries
No more complaints, no empty proclamations

Parmi eux, rien ne méprisait plus que la beauté
Voir! Même phosphènes violents
N′illumineront pas leurs regards vides!

Accept me! Make me worthy of thy presence! Judge me!
Condemn me for the most atrocious deed!
Now shoot me from behind and throw into the darkest pit...