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