In the quest beyond mere existence

our lives are our resistance.

In the quest beyond the final solution

our death is the only revolution.



Humanity hangs on the cross of despair. Only the sun sees

our world has disappeared to exist only as point of moot.



Prepare to meet the arrow of the sun while in the hour of

our death the fire will burn. Burn. Now the sun is in flames.

It seeks our flesh. And... we... die... silent. Die silent.

You will die silent.