Adoration Of Social Demise

The truth lies in blood and misery,

hidden in madness and guarded by fear

abstract but more real than life

thus feared, abhorred and ignored.

Only a few minds are strong enough

to face what is hidden behind the curtain of illusion.

Therefore the images of truth

are often false or blurred.

Through! ... magnificent adoration of social demise and the

worship of most malicious wills.

Through! ... the rituals of self-dehumanization we're reborn and

blessed with human blood.

Rising in the glorious dawn

of inhuman ecstasy

we enter the new dimension

of lifeless aeon.

Following the black light of uncreation

we join the procession of universe's funeral.

Besides death, only few things are certain,

but you shan't hear the words of encouragement.

I'm sick and tired of you all!

... and may all be dead!