You leave the world.
Maybe I was severe about your fall to make an angry and hungry God of my own.
My mind is not fine, no, my mind is not fine at all.

I’m pushing your soul to fade and go, ready or not.
Collecting failures made me insane, you see?
But you’ll not be less!
My mind is not fine, no, my mind is not fine and there’s an empty space inside my core.

Sick and dark you will be underneath my rod (life loss)
and filled with hatred, with a greedy yearning mouth.
But you’ll not be less of this!

Free yourself from the stink, free your broken ailing spirit from the sludge and satisfy your hunger, now, as never before Death.

You leave the world.
Maybe I was severe about your fall to make an angry and hungry God of my own.
My mind is not fine, no, my mind is not fine and now you monster live inside my core.

Wear my body as the wreck I am, your new shape of haze and grudge.
Wear my body as the wreck I am, my new shape of flesh and bones.
Let your shell be empty and limp! I’ll be the home of your fresh force, we’ll never be slave of thirst again.
Let your shell be empty and limp! With pointed teeth, now, and cutting claws, we’ll never be derided strong again my fellow.

We will win, we’ll prevail, for sure we’ll always win.
It’s the dream I’ve created from us, that’s the dream I’ve created for us.

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