There's a sign carved deep, In the palm, of your hand,
There's a birthmark craving, On the left side of your heart.
Your
life was forever structured, composed and eternally given,
(The dying you produce never stops, In the sound of universal
destruction.)
(There's an inherent nihilism in your spirit.)
Into your glory of emptiness, I send my lifeforce, My Death
Be
death with me, Be death with me, death with me, death with me.
My Death
Odium humani generis, Odium humani generic
Odium
humani generis, Odium humani generis