“Amay shastro de, paaper slok path kori Ghrinar pujari, Tahader Ghrina kori Amay astro de, nijeke shesh kori Ghrinar pujari, Tahader Ghrina kori”
How long shall ye hide yer fucking face? In the fear of this futile existence Leaping life in the circle of rebirth Preaching sermons of confusion Making pawn out of feeble clay-born That makes me a fucking misanthrope!
Anti-Human, I am Anti-Creation, Anti-Demiurge, I am Anti-Existence.
What ye have is an astral disease Twisted corpses entrapping souls Minds that ye possess are so empty Inner Cosmic lies reign there I renounce ye from my thoughts Proclaim to be dead to this world!
Abusive prayers are rejected Uttering ominous creeds Path to become the Azothan Beyond the void of no return
And, the eleven self-inflicted scars On my left arm Glorify the names Of the Eleven Godheads of Alogos!
One with the scourge of nihility, Unseen through the mortal eyes, Ye are not of our bloodline So there’s no scope to sympathize
Rite of the grand renunciation [4x]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
