Chapter one: trapasso - exequies of the formal sphere: as you fall

Black sound of sirens,
Pounding my ears.
Was it hostile?
So loud and cold...

"Your questions are only a ploy to gain time,
After my attack you won't be alive.
Burn air and soil,
Separate the flesh from bodies... hey...
'cause tomorrow,
I will hear the sound of a mourn."

"Raising anxiety as you fall,
No protection will be enough."

Detonating sorrow,
Trouble from the skies,
Threats as heavy as iron,
Destroy what I despise.

"The gates of everlasting power are now opened,
Soon enough the world'll be mine.
Relax and enjoy,
I'll cut away the smile on your face.
'cause tomorrow,
By my hands you will be erased."

"Raising anxiety as you fall,
No protection will be enough."

Detonating sorrow,
Trouble from the skies,
Threats as heavy as iron,
Destroy what I despise.