Show me your world and I will destroy it
reveal your sources of joy and i will kill
Slaves plagued, by this hypocritical greater identity
Crowned be a wreath of blood, clutching their heads
walking slowly and looking down they were afraid of God...
Now they are dead shame, beneath their feet heaven cries
faith and their loved ones were taken to the cemetery
and damned dark days will come
for those that hold themselvs blind to see God
My vies has nothing to be fixed, only to chase the dark places in my head
and I contemplate my self... my self... my self
And then run away to places where silence reigns
And now, where no life can grow...
The only thing that now remains is a thick suicide fog, surreal or maybe not,
as a harrowing dream materializes
where I can feel the cold blood
gushing from my flesh
accompained by the sweet
pleasure of destroying all hope
My old stinging mental, wounds that never heal are still, open and bleeding
no consolation, no hope, no future, only the pleasure of a gruesome dath
and a look off to the world, a world that is not mine, but that will soon change...
Will remain only one of me insane, sick and perverse creature.
Finally now I can hand me over sin and curse like a law...
We must go back to being the soul of the earth
while waiting for the arrival time, the dried flowers of compassion slowly wither
The night will be my... and in the darkest depths, I infiltrate more and more
until you reach a level of knowledge unknows to christianity.
The lies of the messiah were destroyed.
