My Death(НАСТАЯЩИЙ БЛЕК МЕТАЛ)

There's a sign carved deep
In the palm of your hand
There's a birthmade craving
Of the left side of your heart 

Your life was forever [bad word] [bad word] and eternally given
The dying you produce never stops
In the sound of universal [bad word] 

There's an inherent nihilism in your spirit 

Into your glory of emptiness
I send my lifeforce. My Death 

Be death with me 

My Death 

Odium humani generis
Odium humani generis
Odium humani generis
Odium humani generis