Communing with Emptiness - Near Death Condition

Impure seeds have spread on the garden of Eden

Malediction from the netherworld grown into human

Forms

Walking cadavers with no intrinsic value

Spending our time consuming in the name of death

No compassion in our sight

Heart filled with the weakest feelings

Brain case full of mire

Controlling the lowest instincts

With the need to procreate again

Giving birth to hideous creatures

And to destroy everything we touch

In deadly indifference

It is time to summon purification

Communing with emptiness

Let us gather in impenetrable darkness

To celebrate the arrival of the great reaper

Let us join hands in a funeral farandole

For harvest time promises to be successful

Behold the majestic death on its funeral chariot

Raising its glittering blade above vermin

Draped in darkness, its look empty and cold

Death is descending onto earthly hell

The scatterbrained woodlice swarming on their

Tomb

Rejecting evidence of the eternal void

Embracing us

Wanting to escape their inevitable fate

This certainty that death will always overcome us

Heads are severed with with unprecedented precision

Impure blood is spilled on the ground

The stinking carcasses are falling like waste

In a blissful apocalyptic orgy

These cadavers using to gesticulate like worms

Are reduced to ashes by the fires of hell

The earth is purified of human vermin

We are but one with absolute emptiness