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,
Into your glory of emptiness, I send my lifeforce, My Death
(There's an inherent nihilism in your spirit.)
My Death
(The dying you produce never stops, In the sound of universal destruction.)
Be death with me in sins
Be death with me in sins
death with me in sins
death with me in sins