I kissed Pilato's Hands and touched the Nails in Jesus'ones Making the Favorite Jewels of my Wife with His collapsed Eyes In the Pure Waters of Baptism, I have baths of Iconoclast Youth On the Humilated Cross of Christ, I hang on the Ghosts of Moral Slaveries Two Thousand Years and I realised Vatican's foundations Rise-up on Earth Entrails Two Thousand Years and I realised Vatican's columns Are full of Reptiles drenched with Wasted Prayers My Flight is now Nocturne, Unsoiled by Celestial Trinities Your Beloved God, my once Unrequested Shelter I saw him drowning in my Excrements, In the Dim Light of a no-Consolation Oracle I won't be Chained to you Forever I Won't be Victim of my Human Desire My Flesh not praying for Mercy anymore, and my Soul has gone Leaving a Black Web on its Place... ...a black Web Devouring the Once deposed Egg Gift of an eighteen years Soul Trascendence I, the Delivered Treasure I, Field of Misery I, Enfeebled Cobweb I, the Mirror Phobic, the Neo-Phobic I, Marbre Noir I, Shadow of Myself I, Tragoedia [Lyric: R.M./A.Z.] [A.Z.: vox+F.N.: Choir+R.M.: Guitar, bass, keys+M.C.: drums]