Chaos Ritual

17/12/2025 5 min
Chaos Ritual

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Cold sun rising on a world already dead
Nietzsche's last man counting crumbs in his head
Spiritual emptiness, the air tastes of lead
Great Ravine's approaching, painting everything red

Dust on the horizon, storm in the distance
Civilization's remnants in existence's resistance
States dissolve like sugar in bitter persistence
While madmen count profits in psychotic persistence

Thunder rumbling, getting louder each day
Crowds being led to the sacrifice bay
For a handful of fools, the future's a fray
Sacrificed on the altar of yesterday

Laws turn to ashes in the fevered night
Looting the future with all of their might
Babylon's shadow, no end in sight
Choking on dogma, no truth, no light

Intellect's withered, compassion's a crime
Falling like dominoes through space and time
While the privileged few sip their poisoned wine
Watching the world disintegrate, their wealth is their shrine

Thunder rumbling, getting louder each day
Crowds being led to the sacrifice bay
For a handful of fools, the future's a fray
Sacrificed on the altar of yesterday

No exit sign glowing in this existential maze
Trapped in the theater of our dying days
Every choice made leads through these bloody ways
To the edge of the cliff where nobody prays

The void opens wider, a cosmic disgrace
Sucking us all into its dark embrace
While the architects build a faster pace
To their own destruction in this twisted race

Thunder rumbling, getting louder each day
Crowds being led to the sacrifice bay
For a handful of fools, the future's a fray
Sacrificed on the altar of yesterday

I've seen the last glimmer fade in your eyes
The wisdom of ages wearing thin disguises
We're all just ghosts in these industrial crises
Praying to gods we emptied of all their graces

Thunder rumbling, getting louder each day
Crowds being led to the sacrifice bay
For a handful of fools, the future's a fray
Sacrificed on the altar of yesterday

Fools... sacrifice bay...
Thunder... yesterday...
Déclin... toujours ce déclin...
Grands ravins... ces grands ravins...
Grunge... c'est du grunge, mec... c'est du grunge...