the religion of love
we are fools.
“Don’t trust your eyes, believe the lies”.
The old, the new
The old, the new
The old, the new
The new, the new
The time has come,
the time has come.
The new,
the new
A world is to be born. The spell is broken. The spell is broken.
The new is here.
Here. New as it was never old. Old only in the dreams of our fathers.
—or not
They did not even dare to dream the new.
New
New
New
New
Nova mundus venit, venit, venit! Vetus mundus dormit, dormit, dormit!
Antīqua monstra in saxum conversa sunt, nōs in nōbīs sumus, per nōs novī fiunt.
Et nunc, in tenebris linguae nostrae, addo ignem barbarum et propheticum:
Ventus de vanitate te facis, dracilor īs zaci,
cerebra disrumpis, lūmen lūmen,
duodēvigintī mandāta lūminis prope sunt,
novus mundus iterum venit, hic est, hic est!
Dicite hominibus:
LŪMEN!
Conus descendit,
intrāmus in mundum novum!