Austere - The Poisoned Core

In plutonium pit of wretched subhumans
And here, the "golden child", of pus and gout
The aristocrat of rats
Your radiation moon won't affect
These tides of doubt

Of horror and of suffering
Of nothing and "everything"
Reach out shrivelled hands
Peeling and burned

Molecular deconstruction
Phoebus' own radiation
Like Jason and his Argonauts
Questing for the shit stained fleece

Yeah, I'm still reaching forward
Yet looking ever "poisoned" back
Is it you who led me here?
Le rat de gouttiere parisien!!

La rue de martyr est devenue
Un phare dans la nuit
And the fires - they smelled like shit,
And hopes cuisses de grenouilles pourries

Spilling into the filthy gutter
Dans la rue des souvenirs fanes

As Job cursed not God but birth
The demon core
Spewing shit and ghosts
The criticality broke!!!
La rue des martyrs ruine les urs et les espoirs