It will not be the end There is no hell and heaven There is something worst purgatory Eternally void of frigidity Only whispers in head And than it is Neither, sorrow and the pain of despair As razor sharp It degrade the poison mind And it will not be the end Swarm will bless you That is your dainty Swarm will fuck you That is your dirt Putter wrath a wears on you Silent whispers in my head Doesn't live my fucking mind Your grace if fucking dead Death will bless you That is your dainty Swarm will fuck you That is your dirt Dirty hands are touch the skin Putter wrath is falling down I like your taste of glisters I like your smell of body I live in your skin I see what you see Die And than it is Neither, sorrow and the pain of despair As razor sharp It degrade the poison mind And it will not be the end Only whispers in hell