Purity and order banish from the world a long time ago
All my being is penetrated by disgust for senseless and empty life
Only Fools are happy by promise
I tearing the chains of agonizing existence
I have pa**ed the Way and I want everything to end here and forever
My remembrance roams from is to was and tries to find the thread of Ariadne, which resuscitate me from my frigid crypt of existence
In vain. Only cosmic devastation, despair and disgust at life
No Gods to pray
Life is an unasked bestowal
The astral corpse, lost between worlds
Looking at me from the mirror
Excommunicated from happiness and married to desperation
Spiritual acupuncture and narcosis' tentacles on my pulse help me to cut out the nest of sickness
Flesh is only the cage, and blade is the key to it
I dissect cobwebs of pulsing veins, unsheathing gaping coal dark
Black oil drops are sprinkling
Indescribable hordes are gushing outside of me
I cannot scream with joy...
Now it's all the same to me