歌词：Siderartica. Night Parade. Explosive Die.

Il passaggio esistenziale tra la vita e la morte
non e certo un turbamento per noi microbi astuti
ma il teorema rimane irrisolto
e il nemico lancia il dado sbagliando la mira

This is the deceit of hate in binding us to our enemy
in a close embrace
This is the obscenity of war
in the intimacy of blood
reciprocally mixed into a bleak intersection
lustful closeness of two soldiers
stabbing to each other staring at their eyes
virile sacrality of trouble

E intanto il nemico inesistente lancia il dado esplosivo

Caressed by the wish of blood
we drink blameble tastes on our bodies
like old daydreaming widows' coiffure
Diamond-like mounted skeletons
are now watching over our breath
but, by now, are useless spectators of a useless empty curtain
shut up in the oblivion of a mind
which won't dream anylonger

E intanto il nemico inesistente lancia il dado esplosivo
sbagliando la mira