I do not bow to your flesh,
Only worms in the grave will be her flock.
I do not admire your faith,
Wind of death dispel her.
I do not go the way of blind worship,
Spit on the altar of humility,
I don't believe in mysteries of mortals.

Tearing flesh - confessing nonbeing.
Incinerating a faith of "gray's wisdom"
Having trampled a path that was beat by herd.
Having exiled the illusion of life we are welcome death!

Stone by stone we will take your stall to pieces,
Look into my eyes -
And you will wither in the womb of the earth,
We will paint a white in black,
You will become only a cry, but to whom?

By chilling wind
I wander among mortals
eating their feelings and emotions,
Fill the insatiable abyss.
Penetrating into the gap between the worlds,
Staying beyond understanding myself.

I wander here long ago
That I forgot where I was going,
I am a walker and I am the way,
Forgotten word, hidden by a shadow of life.

The one that has no meaning, pronunciation and a source,
Was thrown by obscurity into the unbeknown.

When life become the shadow of death,
And the agony of the dying become a new birth,
The one who having passed the edge of the horizon
Will never fall asleep anymore.

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