The truth lies in blood and misery, 
hidden in madness and guarded by fear 
abstract but more real than life 
thus feared, abhorred and ignored. 
Only a few minds are strong enough 
to face what is hidden behind the curtain of illusion. 
Therefore the images of truth 
are often false or blurred. 

Through! ... magnificent adoration of social demise and 
the 
worship of most malicious wills. 
reborn and 
blessed with human blood. 

Rising in the glorious dawn 
of inhuman ecstasy 
we enter the new dimension 
of lifeless aeon. 
Following the black light of uncreation 
we join the procession of universe's funeral. 

Besides death, only few things are certain, 
but you shan't hear the words of encouragement. 
I'm sick and tired of you all! 
... and may all be dead!