Overtura: Astroantiquity/Attacatastrophy

I feel on fire

Glint glint

Slice slice

Very close to my eye (tua, tua)

Glint glint

Slice slice

Very close to my eye (right)

Taken from the night

It’s fastening

5, 4 6 inside you

[?]

The way it goes

Rapture for the night explode

The real

[?] son of a dice

System soul to suffice

Rise

Rising side

Watch this [?] ride

Oh, why

[?] died

[?] to mine

[?] free

Sell me

Time to go, [?]

The real

[?] son of a dice

System soul to suffice

Rise

Rising side

Watch this [?] ride

Oblivisionary retribution drop down your pathic scope and tele (I’ll open my-opia for ya)

Unravel and grovel lit up seeking candle hew so we simply blew you away

This is the way the way-ward goes my crooked finger road wart-way lord gorging thyself on strife

Pours syrup all syrup all over her life

Attacatastrophy static mind read black umbrella

Delivery signs sit beside her webs

Echolalia carmelancholia smells like sulfur ‘n’ spirit meant foreseen

My own mind is mine to carve out initial response anytime of the daze

Transmissionary blade in a-chord-ance with my tri-angle

Angel danger stage left

Cauterize myopia to your eyes

Lustmord

Skopsies

Apocalyptica

I’ve seen your dreamons beneath you

Bereave you