Writhe in the litanies of suffering.
Now let us guide you to death.
You have tasted from our chalice,
the waters of misanthropy.
This arsenic liquid will be untraceable.
Contaminate those who
need to disappear.
Blessed be aqua tofana,
cult of the insidious.
Drink from the tasteless
undetectable death.
Bringer of pale eyes and nausea -
and you´ll hear the last words:
“blessed be the aqua tofana”.
Whispers in the ears of the oppressed.
The whispers that free you from pain.
Calls for sacrifices to reach freedom.
We´re the poisonous pact,
hidden in thoughts of retribution.
The embers of liberation smolder.
In many cups it has been poured,
the drink of salvation.
Shut your eyes
and feel the incoming end.
The last thing you´ll see are our silhouettes.
The pact of the aqua tofana.
We whisper into the ears
of the suffering,
to make them join the pact,
so that they get rid of men
by unseen deeds
which price it is to hang
from the gallows.
