There's a sign carved deen
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 emotioness
I send my lifeforce, My Death
Be death with me
My Death
Odium humani generis
Odium humani generis
Odium humani generis
Odium humani generis