I believe that the once proudly gilded Disco has reached its final stages. Its golden domes shimmer in the red light of the setting sun while death draws near. Soon this community will lie to its final rest, adorned with thousands of words and as many hours of our lives. And all is ecstasy - ecstasy of death. The burning sun will look down on us - the thousand times dead players of Disco. For all is ecstasy - ecstasy of death. There is no more water for us to drink and we drink, we drink the thick blood of evening clouds. Barely born one already burns in the evening fire. And there is no water for you - for us - to wash away our guilt. And all is night and dark. Until we die, we die to the every last one. The seas of burning blood are rising to drown everything.

Final Nail!