There's a sign carved deen

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 emotioness

I send my lifeforce, My Death



Be death with me



My Death



Odium humani generis

Odium humani generis

Odium humani generis

Odium humani generis