Psyklon Aeon (Zyklon)

Congregation unity; faint as your ideology Concentrate all in sterility Morals runs riot in an endless variety Of fragmentary post-solidarity Never share the effort, symmetry in lines Will the Providence ever grace you from all the lies? Dishonour any corruption, favour only redemption Voluntary subordination, engage in contemplation You base it all on hierarchy No wonder it'll turn into fucking anarchy Detachment of continuity Revolving around an ever growing susceptibility Heading towards the Psyklon-Aeon The last analysis will forever be perishable That's how we would execute any cosmological society On behalf of further reliability This is all what your life is worth You better pray it'll be short