[Musick: Zamoth/ Destructhor]
Planetary sickness, the state of the world.
Time, Death, God;
altered through decayed moral causing global infection.
Compulsion of matter,
the remaining part of dreariness and obsolete
Man breeds ignorance and fatality.
Empty eyes and a soul forsaken, an intellect like zero,
reasons for pandemic
Human trash, wasted flesh, is that what you wanna be?
Practise what you preach.
In despite of development from
chaos humanity has degenerated
in relation to the primordial state.
Misconception and misinterpretation of values,
you like a mental drape.
You stink - thats how you are.
You reek - thats what youre at.
You are mentally dead - thats what
You are matter without content - thats what youre all about.
And you thought you were the highlight of the ladder of
No matter if you do your best,
its still a worm world with you in the middle of the vipers nest.