Emblem of Fertile Blood and Death

Enemy battleships lost in the fog Firing blindly into the endless deep The clouds are burning Another great disappointment The infantile longing for death unveiled Consciousness is nature's nightmare History is our own And from it we awaken one last time Rotten grain spilling from our bodies Dying without even once having loved something more than ourselves The inalienable right of a billion eternally-newborn kings The suicidal pleasure of the human alone Stranded in the solipsist's temple Ours is the heritage of free men Free of all power and meaning Free of everything at last