The end Can you hear the macabre silence? Can you smell the putrefied flesh? Can you taste the vomit in your mouth? Can you see the inexorable tragedy
A new race for a new world Is the reason I fight for A spectral existence for despotic souls A life free from carnal corruption - No more futile beings
Insipid and trifling It's the mistress of spiritual masturbation At the edge of rupture - Mother of all wounds Incessant absurdity - Stagnation turning
Execution is the matrix of epuration Kneeled and blindfolded Your life of primate is drawing to an end Think of everything you've seen during one second
Gathered around our prey We're observing our victory This weak human and all his beliefs Is nothing but putrid shreds of flesh We are the wolves The
Soldiers lying on the ground Eternal dreams turn to reality Citizens - Innocents - Razed WW III leads us to nothingness Last events - No return
I like the smell of a dead child Whose I cut the throat After torturing him a bit For nothing but pleasure Innocence bleeds As the feeble lamb lies Sadism
Crowded like animals You're the waste of existence Doomed to ignorance You'll disappear in shame and pain The spectre of Auschwitz is hauting your minds
They are in my head... Spasm and cerebral tortures Inspired to macabre illusions Wisdom versus madness such a mental inquisition This is the art of schizophrenia
The quintessence Of mediocrity Is the monument Of your mortality Ashes you were, ashes you will be Whatever The name of your god Whenever The end of
Everyday eating excrements Kneeled your head in the bog Hard or soft no importance Taking pleasure in decadence Children and professional success You'
Devant la symphonie oppressante, L'art macabre se doit d'operer par des executions massives, Car l'essence meme de l'etre humain est aujourd'hui corrompue
way Then I'll promise you You won't see another day I am the one That fulfill my dreams I will live my life Ad Libitum!! See my crowbar in your face
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Everyone's someone's biggest mistake They ever made Get in touch with me I could be yours
been made to last but it all ended in just one blast I ain't ever been nothin' I ain't ever 'ad nothin' I ain't ever been nothin' I ain't ever 'ad nothin
This dead orchestra play on instruments strung with the fibres of my mind And skeletons dance they have no voice and no complaint But I am still flesh
I have everywhere sought, and nowhere found So I lift the bleedin' bodkin And trust the grief deepest in The gleaming bodies of the infinite skies Have