Malombra - A Spiritual Waste

The curiousest aspect of this era
is to make you feel at the same time
deadly alone but with bad companions,
hellish crowded but ever divided.
The Paradox of this miserable
democracy of mean and vile ghosts
is the better and bravest of all men
have no choice but follow the worst.

Don't you feel something wild in the air?
twisted forces on the borders.
hidden masters turns the page
and command their wicked new order.
ferox gods are back to rampage
and echoes of ancient slaughters
in the spirit of the new age:
to make life something which no more asks
to be saved.

It's a spiritual waste:
the human rights religion
is just a brilliant pretext
to empty every true freedom,
it's a spiritual hell
if which isn't forbidden
is compulsory, well...now listen me!
hold tight your own true traditions
without forget to be here and now,
learn to recognise a wise leader
without stop hating the tyrants.

Don't mistake this greasy soul market,
this radical-chic heathenism
with a bright revelation for masses:
is made in administration council!

There isn't a place to run away
the world in every corner
showin' a slow herd in a plain
grazin' in wait to be slaughtered
there isn't any aquarian age,
but just blood and disorder.
the only summit well radiate is that you
can observe on a bill of one dollar!

It's a spiritual waste
when all world will be global
and all roots forever dried
(the) risk will be really mortal.
It's a spiritual waste
few breeders and milliards livestock,
the history at its end,
we must resist,
we must resist.