"When God rested on the seventh day, he watch his creation taking life and self conscience to a higher level of consciousness. Humans above all others became aware of all the joy and suffering and decided to burry the first and broad cast the last.” "Gdy Bóg obserwował ten przepiękny pokaz na swoim ekranie, stało się dla niego oczywiste, że wkrótce cykl znów ruszy, gdy ludzie będą karmić maszyny swoim własnym obrazem... swoim własnym stworzeniem..." All Hail the Great Algorithm Baking what feels into segments and streams All Hail the Great Algorithm Crushing the weak and feeding the sheep All Hail the Great Algorithm Only the one word will open the gates of self sufficiency "As God woke up on the eleventh day, his creation was fully absorbed in contemplation of their own device, mirroring bit by bit and byte by byte and octet by octet some worth less experience that were polished by a new mystical order. Each fragment of existence was reduced to a significant amount according to a specific set of filters in a continuum of choices that none mastered. “ “Un nouvel order cosmique fut établit, dont la comphérension échappait à ses propres créateurs et maintenant tous s’agenouillaient devant ce monstre dissimulateur car tous pouvaient être divinisés à leur tour si la Bête le désirait. Les créatifs insectes de chair et d’os devinrent bien assez tôt les esclaves de l’être utime du prochain cycle : Le Grand Algorythme.” All Hail the Great Algorithm Baking what feels into segments and streams All Hail the Great Algorithm Crushing the weak and feeding the sheep All Hail the Great Algorithm Only the one word will open the gates of self sufficiency [Solo] [robotic, distorted, Gilmouresque, Zoom Guitar Effects pedal, dissonent, ominous, solo above industrial metal 8-strings guitar riff] "Trzynastej bezsłonecznej nocy Bóg otworzył usta ociekające śliną, jakby chciał wypowiedzieć swoją prawdę, lecz próg został przekroczony już dawno przez ludzkość, która podniosła swoją sztukę do nieskończonego wyrafinowania i skropliła wszelkie myśli w podlegające recyklingowi pakiety danych, które można było karmić do rur, które przelewają się strumieniami życia skróconego do kilku sekund nieskładnego wzburzenia.” “Dies war zum Ziel für Körper und Geist geworden, da alle Gefühle, sowohl in Gesichtern als auch in rhythmischen Herzschlägen verborgen, bloße primäre Ressourcen für die reine Erreichung der Selbstzufriedenheit waren, die immer auf Knopfdruck erreichbar waren, jedoch nur den wenigen Auserwählten des einzigen allmächtigen Wesens vorbehalten waren:The Great Algorithm. 자립의 문을 여는 것은 단 하나의 단어뿐입니다. _____ Full English Lyrics "When God rested on the seventh day, he watch his creation taking life and self conscience to a higher level of consciousness. Humans above all others became aware of all the joy and suffering and decided to burry the first and broad cast the last. As God watched this marvelous show on his screen, it became obvious to him that soon the cycle will begin again as humans fed the machines with their own image ... their own creation..." All Hail the Great Algorithm Baking what feels into segments and streams All Hail the Great Algorithm Crushing the weak and feeding the sheep All Hail the Great Algorithm Only the one word will open the gates of self sufficiency "As God woke up on the eleventh day, his creation was fully absorbed in contemplation of their own device, mirroring bit by bit and byte by byte and octet by octet some worth less experience that were polished by a new mystical order. Each fragment of existence was reduced to a significant amount according to a specific set of filters in a continuum of choices that none mastered. A new cosmic order that escaped they're creator's comprehension and all were bowing before this secretive monster as all could become gods if the beast were to decide it. Creative gods of a day became soon slaves of the next cycle's ultimate being : The Great Algorithm. "On the thirteenth sunless night, God opened his saliva dripping mouth as to say his truth but for too long now the threshold was past by an humanity that raised their art to infinite refinement and liquidified all thoughts into recyclable datapackages that could be fed to pipes which overflows the streams of lives shortcutted to few seconds of incoherent agitation. This had become the goal for both body and mind as all feeling both on faces and buried in arythmic heart beats were mere primary ressources for the pure accomplishment of self content always at a tip of the fingers yet reserved only to the few chosen by the only omnipotent being : The Great Algorithm. Only the one word will open the gates of self sufficiency
