There's a sign carved deep, In the palm of your hand, There's a birth mark 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 emptiness, I send my life force. My Death. Be death with me, Be death with me. Death with me, Death with me. My Death.