Noos

Cold parousia
Mineral-hearted noumena
Iron spider weaving
A web of frozen thoughts
A dream of a life without flesh
A collective soul
Torn skin, bones and nerves
Be blessed by the power
Of the immanent god!
Layers on layers of metal and rock
Piled up and crushed
To reach the ignition point
Feel the weight of the world
Increased: Shapes unleashed
In a mechanical ecstasy
Matter is eveything, matter is god;
Matter is the glorious flesh
Of ideas and numbers
There’s a hole in the world’s substance
A door has been opened
To a brave new spiritual domain
Have faith:
Be a part of the one
Leave your body behind!
Aies la vie en horreur
Et la terre en dégoût!
Don’t mourn the loss
Of the tree of life
For you shall soon come back
To the garden
Transfigured, your soul
A figure in a chipset
Shall not suffer anymore
We’re as one, subjects and lords
In the circumterrestrial network
Matter over spirit
Spirit over matter
Magnus opus
Don’t mourn the loss
Of what you once were
For you are no longer a stranger
We are one and nothing
The void — The universe:
La conscience glacée de dieu
We’re as one, subjects and lords
In the stone-cold promethean eden
Now our flesh can burn
Be grinded and scattered
For we are not men anymore
In paradisum deducant te angeli
Perducant te in civitatem sanctam
Jerusalem
Venite, faciamus nobis civitatem
Turim pertingat ad caelum
In paradisum deducant te angeli
In tuo adventu suscipiant te
Martyres
Chorus angelorum te suscipiat
Et cum lazaro quondam paupere
Aeternam habeas requiem
Master, am I God?
Master, am I God?
Are we God?