What did leave from your life
Besides pile of putrid meat?
Unmeeting human lusts and passions
What did you leave after yourself among the living?
Beside sadness, grieves and despair?
Only remains of your existence
You desecrate self memory of your
Because your venomous hate lives
And human feelings are rotting both with your flesh in the ancient grave full of fright and oblivion
Dying slow, you think about the way of survival and you hide your poor feelings in the sculpture of hate it is you - dripping blood and human hurt
You kill, to live, you don't know what
Does mean remorse, so you feed on human misfortune
Human remains - it's all, what did you leave after yourself
