There's a sign carved deep
In the palm, of your hand
There's a birthmark 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 lifeforce
My death
My death
Be death with me
Be death with me
Death with me
Death with me
My death
Odium humani generis
Odium humani generis
Odium humani generis
Odium humani generis
