The first cut is not deepest
The first cut is nothing" *
Voice from chaos of unconscious thing
Voice points to the way - points to the evil
To kill! Kill Kill
No calming at God
But vengeance and recompense
Oh, innocent soul and mortal flesh
You'll be in my hell
We'll merge in suffering
I'm angel of death
Your wounds like a sacred tables
Your torments are evidence of my existence
Your tears never satisfy a thirst
Your entreaties turn into ecstasy
Your blood bleeds like symphony of love
Pain - supreme reality in her
My sister - Horror and Sorrow - will embrace
You
Your death I can behold it eternally
You're fraction of my happines
I'll show you my solitude
We'll knock at the doors of paradise
I bless you bless you bless you
Visions of the divine beauties
On the decline of life
Corpse coldness
It crowns my passion
Vengeance and recompense