Letras
True virtue
Is to possess
The strength and ability
To unleash hell
This conflagration is chosen
Purposefully to be unrestrained
The ground will give
Way beneath your feet
You will die in hideous conditions
Taking pleasure in being the object
Of disgust for the sole being
Soliciting everything negative
That a laughing man can experience
Bask in abject suffering
Observe life dissolve itself in death
Engulfing the sky in palish gray
Stand in solitary darkness
Without any gesture of supplication
Trembling while remaining
Immobile
And above all, without hope
A wretchedness that eclipses the sun
Craving desire
In ravenous hunger
Insatiately
Immutably
Beneath the elevated immensity
From the emptiness of existence
Give rise
To the liberated anger
Provoke its reflection
As a flash across the sky
Materialized as the object of hate
Mind is lost, pleading, blind
Half dead in the darkness of night
Defenseless, knowing all is lost
Craving desire
Insatiately
Immeasurably
Silence is itself a pinnacle
The saint of all saints
The contempt implied
That one no longer
Takes care to venerate
I writhe in divinity
Not wanting to know anything
Not knowing anything
My ignorance was the abyss over
I writhe in divinity
Not wanting to know anything
Not knowing anything
My ignorance was the abyss over
Dusk
The damp uncertainty
Of space at the final hour
Divinity has a mad, deaf presence
Illuminating up to intoxication
We are the wound
That rule the divine
We are the wound
That rule the divine
The sickness of nature
To whom destiny links our existence
Blood father awaken in oblivion