I will be calm, I will be quiet. Unto this storm, you wait. Straight to the point, we wait. I'll be a stone, I'll be the hunter, a tower that castes a shade. I lie awake and watch it all, it feels like thousand eyes: faking the truth in a nous pop song. The empty set. Bienvenue. Hello to those who made us. An infernal emulsion is what you have earned. You taught us the vrai langue celtique! Without meaning to! Such is the beauty of truth, which conquers all. Revelation!!!