Testo My Death

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 your 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
Be death with me
My Death
Odium humani generis
Odium humani generis
Odium humani generis
Odium humani generis