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.