The lunar backbone stands straight and alert for a last time
 The mammal feathers are revamped just for this last night
 Mouthless children are breastfed with their own words
 The essence of their souls escaping through their giant bones 

 you will be paralyzed
 made to be believed
 broken inside to survive
 and to watch over me 

 archangel– of no use and no form
 archangel– suffocating alone 

 multiple wounds reach the heat of an absolute zero
 the eaten fluids, the flesh of the conventional hero
 Heavenly levels on a full blast of pleasure but minimum pain
 Injected wings rip backflesh and go inside again
 Mouthless children suffocate
 with their ancient words,
 their mud-dimensional world
 lactating from their shrinking bones 

 you will be paralyzed
 the [bad word] seed
 broken inside to survive
 I will laugh at all this 

 archangel– with no use and no form
 archangel– suffocating with blood 

 the eternal spectator stares at this and improvises
 his holy centralbone always on a rise, always on a rise 

 archangel– of no use and no form
 archangel– suffocating with words