作词 : Maurice Ponta
作曲 : Maurice Ponta
If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded
Yielded mysterious pictures of a monstrous octopus, a dragon

I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of this thing
A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body

With rudimentary wings It represented a monster of treachery
but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers

A scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws in hide
and foetal feet and long narrow wings behind

THIS THING

THIS THING brings apocalypse - A reign in blood
The childrens of this god - Unholy grubs
Spread Ad nauseam

trapped in a sunken temple, for dreaming your coronation.
A prison-chapel for waiting a dominion

I had come from a mysterious inner realm beneath the red-litten world
A black realm of peculiar-sensed beings which had no light at all
No light at all

I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of this thing
A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body

With rudimentary wings It represented a monster of treachery
but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers

A scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws in hide
and foetal feet and long narrow wings behind

THIS THING…

THIS THING brings apocalypse - A reign in blood
The childrens of this god - Unholy grubs
Spread Ad nauseam

rapped in a sunken temple, for dreaming your coronation.
A prison-chapel for waiting a dominion

I had come from a mysterious inner realm beneath the red-litten world
A black realm of peculiar-sensed beings which had no light at all
No light at all