Death is a form of art

The principle of hatred
Stores in motion the mechanism of self-destruction
The world destroys itself, it even needs help in this
It is so great and pure in its own destruction
Mankind, nothing will heal your aching wounds
Nothing will close your gaping scars
Substitute your vein – it’s the injection of death
Listen to my voice
I gathered the dying screams of
Human beings in it
Close your eyes, follow the voice
It will draw a picture of a pain in your sick mind
Are you happy? Do you like what you see?
No, don’t turn away your head, look, look up to the end
You bought yourself a ticket to the theater fall
You paid for this, watch the show until the end
This is just a reflection of your essence
Now just repeat this mantra of hate
World - die!
Society - die
Mankind - die
Moral - die
World die
Death is also a form of art