Streams of undying veins, bliss me
Eternally
OverWorld pleasures,
Voluptuous Chaos Reign

Derelict sights between the cosmos' beauty world,
The perfection is older than your reality now,
Reality's realm is older than your see
My ways are stronger than your dismal mystery

Feelings, turn to black by flesh's desire
Know the hills of sinity (sanity) and lonely
What is not killing us?
Is drowning us into the illusion disaster

Dreary, the sunlight fades in silence
The Dusk covers my eyes and whispers in my ears
The cold come - smiling through decadence
To live and die in hands with revulsion

Chaos is everything that you see
You see yourself in me
(At your mind behind)

This is the meaning of creation or destruction,
The existence of being or just being not
Being is always the meaning of rot,
To live and die in hands with revulsion