The dinginess of your bodies
Delivers to the slow cadaverisation of the world
Things that you fear mean pleasure to me
Stagnation of your inferior existence
Lies on the crown of creation
After the eradication
Of the savage instinct called motherly love
My triumph shall reign
Oh, you poor victims of your own cowardice
You are crawling below the crown...crown of creation
Deterioration of your being appeases me
Your creation is worthy to get perished
Every creation is worthy to get perished
Peace implies war in me
I will endure into the end
Harmony implies war in me
To submit is to die
Holy Contamination
Every creation dies alone
