Through Self-mutilation Lyrics
Necrosis of the soulDark is the shadows of lifeHot as HellYou take the matters into your own handsFrom now on it's downhillA single candle burns -In the vast consuming darknessUplifting like a funeralThrough these years you were createdIn the void between life and deathA shimmering blade shreds through his fleshAt the peak of his night - time blissMisanthropes, kings and queensAnd a painful vision of HellIt burnsThe blisters on your handsSo nebulous, dark as DecemberYou should be dead by nowLost in time and spaceBut you push the limits furtherYou hate the human race
Carpathian Forest Through Self-mutilation
