My body is my soul's curtain
It'll descent when I die. When I die'
My inside- world is like a poem of my senses
It ends when I die. When I die'
So die! Let the demons nail your wrists and ankles
They can make your gravestone glow like you were a saint or a martyr
To them your soul is a reason to spit on your dead body
They will give your rotten flesh to the god's of Satan's empire
The first thing I ever read were the names on the gravestones
An empty swing was swinging. The invisible creature was speaking. It was the Devil
As a child I was playing with the spirits, laughing at the death
The articles were moving without my touch. It was the Devil
Die! 666 beast are guarding the gates of the Underworld
Die! Come to the death, we are waiting for you to come.
Die! In hell will the black sun shine and warm you like fire
Die! The darkness is the last reality. There will be no light
The death surrounds us in the middle of the life
Believe in your body, soul and spirit
All trinity is perfect
Media vita in morte sumus
Corpus, anima, spiritus
Omne trium perfectum
