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