Baikal - Onirophagus

Prehuman, subhuman, posthuman

Absence of dialogue, screaming reality

When the seas are claudicant

When the machine is now childhood

Depravity, illness and past

Enter the idiot voices of the wind

The sad echo or ego

Of the cultural void

Baikal

When the weapons returns to the stone

When the songs are the scheeches of the wolves

We now bath in the dead oceans of our desert

No memories, no feelings

Survival and instincts

To the prayed future without any mankind

Immorality of your nothingness

All your being is full of void

Atrocity is the only role model

Barbarism as protocol