Destination Cybermind

Do you hear the voices,
Do you see the trail of ashes?
Don't you feel that skull is no more
Capable to carry out your thoughts?

Your empty crusaders with malevolent scorns 
(are) Defeated by Mental invaders, 
Your path of Flesh is covered by the crown of thorns..
crown of thorns!!!
Is covered by the crown of thorns!!!

Enthralled by your sacred illusion, 
Christ has commited Suicide.
The 21 century's Delusion '
is the Spiritual Death, there is no place to hide,

So this is the Path you have chosen, 
And there is no sense to complain - 
Connect to the pulse of the Dozen, 
Swapms of the dirt is all that you gain.

Swapms of the dirt is all that you gain!!!

From the peaks of snowy Mountains 
I see the common End.

Now you hear the voices,
Now you smell the trail of ashes,
Now you see your life's [bad word] Is shredded by the wildness of your Dogs.

Behold your Evolution,
Submit to the very logic End,
Head towards Emancipation - 
Your Soul is to be trasmitted to Destination Cybermind.