Here it is, that conquers our souls,
drives us mad,
turns us into beast,
carries us off into their realm
an empire that offers nothing but pain and fear.

- They arrive to rob the vigor -

For surviving you must alter to a brute,
a brute complied with hate
who can´t distinguish its enemies from its fellows.
Urged by blind rage they wreck us tith scorn.

No difficulties in overwhelming the primitive human race.
Your excessive overestimatioin will suffocate you.
Not the slightest chance of deliverance.
We are only whips of their evil designs.
Helpless, innocent we are victims of their recklessness.
No escape for the weak, cursed forever.

Being overwhelmed by its superior fore,
seized with fear, we persue its world of ideas.
As result of this we can never get away this vicious circle.
Our damnation is to rot in our own
weakness and want of principles.

The human race will never find a way out.
Forever they will be tortured by:

The feeling of becoming indifferent to life,
the lost dread for dying,
the acceptance of using all measures for self-realization.


Like black candles in a dark winternight, we all become
extinct and only lifeless obscurity remains.

This is our fate, to survive for dying. Perhaps this what we
deserve. As the last resort, to fight:

The final battle in which a human
lif is as much as worth as a heap
of dust. We will fall like the angels
created by the illusions of brainless cunts.

What I see, reality or just delusions of misery?
Like a vision of darkest thoughts. Something
I can´t describe, like a mirror of my soul. My
heart turns into stone, a stone that is condermned to
fall, broken like a heap of fragments which can never be
put together.

It´s the being drawed the evil, the belief in evil and
the total adoration of evil. What does it matter to your world.


Here it is, that conquers our souls,
drives us mad,
turn us into beast,
carries us off into their realm,
an empire that offers nothing but pain and fear.

The predominance of evil will conquer your heart, too.
And then you will understand your own failure.
The horde of the evil dominion in which I believe.
It´s not easy for me to be seized by this mentality.
But some time you will understand the thruth lying in this
mental attitiude. It was a hopeless fight,
dominated by their vandalism.
At the end the evil faces ourself gloriously
and its laughter destroys our brain.
Those called human....

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