It is a painful and tragic spectacle that rises Before me this word in my mouth Is at least free from one superstition That it involves a moral accusation Against humanity
Wage a war to the death against The deepest instincts of man His dogmas spring up from pity Destroy all those dogmas Which work for the preservation And enhancement of life
Useless to god Blasting and devouring the swarm you represent Ressurrector of crucified entities Crippled belief, a fool's relief
Blessedness thru emptiness A prime agent in the promotion of human decadence There is not god, salvation or the true life There is only extinction
Bloody worlds of desires Shall nothing change through this mass of chaos? It your conflict Creations manifest