Hubris - Akphaezya

What you dare to name fear is nothing compared

To what makes me sneer…

Old things of warfare!

Fell down the veil: Muzzle of wails!

Hear them scream again the songs of my honor

Melodies of pain… Composed in terror!

My steel plume pen often wrote its score on males

Of your race

Sonorities I used to abuse… To do what?

To do what?

To do what?

to do what?

Face…

While torture was creating new grins

On the face of those who had no more skin…

Guess what we did of bitches pilloried?

After how many men a female bleeds?

Your stench’s rising straight to my soul…

And I’m exalted

Foul wench, you make me lose control…

I’m so excited!

Grabbing, digging deeper in you, that old thrills

To release them… Restart again, again and again

I bury the coffin of all your wills

On which Γ11 piss a hot acid rain

(Nimim:) Leave me… Sir, please!

Let me!

Oh, please…

(Saer:) Never tell anyone my nostalgic moment

Especially your husband, he would ask

For atonement!

Never tell anyone this victory instant…

I’m sure you’ll keep silent

Because it is what we want.

(Nimim:) Old reeks of free hate embalmed

Akphaezya’s fate

Now Inside, deep in me… Legacy of army!

Love, alone when I fall

Will you dive and bring me back

To slow vertigos

If mute, I can’t echo…

(Saer:) What you dare to name fear

Is nothing compared to what makes me sneer…

Old things of warfare!

(Nimim:)Fell down the veil: Muzzle of wails!