Death Is a Form of Art

The principle of hatred

Stores in motion the mechanism

Of self-destruction

The world destroys itself

It even needs help in this.

It is so great and pure in its own destruction

Mankind, nothing will heal your aching wounds

Nothing will close your gaping scars

Substitute your vein – it's the injection of death

Listen to my voice,

I gathered the dying screams of

Human beings in it.

Close your eyes, follow the voice,

It will draw a picture of a pain in your sick mind

Are you happy? Do you like what you see?

No, don't turn away your head, look, look up to the end

You bought yourself a ticket to the theater fall.

You paid for this, watch the show until the end.

This is just a reflection of your essence.

Now just repeat this mantra of hate:

WORLD-DIE!

SOCIETY-DIE

MANKIND-DIE

MORAL-DIE

WORLD DIE

Death is also a form of art