As purple slush
she paints her aura,
As slimy darkness she permeates my fetus
and smothers me with the breath of death.
Cantica Morte , Geme Silente,
Morte Morendo si Nutre il Mio Stento.
An item dies out in the last step,
No one knows but the scent of her blood kills our seed.
I am the first son
crowned with blood and silver,
I am her poisonous labyrinth of breaths and shocking coldness .
No one exist,
Enjoy the pit,
Die and hit!
In the crowd of fetish larvae
I feel the thunder of the Great Storm of Revelation,
I'm in the last day evoked by the echo,
Morbid hands destroy the essence of time in the game the eons.
Now faint flashes of black light inflamed my eyes
That reflect the chasm in the tunnel of the creation process.
Neglect my boby in the gravestones of memory,
I am the one who decides in the name of death because
death has decided to make me a child of awareness.