I want sacrifiece myself
For the highest ecstasy
For the full unification
For the one and only being
Is filled with energy and passion

The sacred horror of the tragedy
The sacred horror of the tragedy
The sacred horror of the tragedy
The sacred horror of the tragedy

I'm stopping to be
Losing my head
Losing my person
Labyrinth is the key

Once we will meet
Near the tree which was struck by lightining
We will forget good and evil
And will see the chasm

In the morning the child stirred inside me
"Touch it"
It will be the last child of this world and I conceived it from a rat

And the rat wandered amongst
The dead soldiers ribs
It soaked the last whisper
And their flesh's smell
To chase souls
To transmit the only reality with the semen
And the only reality was the body's reaction

Now death is not a fact anymore
Death - is the dissonance
Death - is the conglomeration
Death - is the decay of flesh without soul

The morality became a product,
Feeling of shame and pity have been
Lost amongst animals, garbage, sand and stones
Disgust and exitation don't reflect
In guts and excretas anymore
The heartbeat is not interesting now
Like clock's hand that's been stopped

With such flag of the reality
The child will enter into this world
It doesn't remember morality
The poisoned sky is the blind lord

Now life is not the fact anymore
Life is the instantenious shock
Life is the senseless locomotion
Life - is just a one step to the kingdom of rotten flesh

When the first human being wants to sleep
When the first human being wants to sleep
When the first human being wants to sleep
When the first human being wants to sleep

When the fire in a cave ceases to burn
When the fire in a cave ceases to burn
When the fire in a cave ceases to burn
When the fire in a cave ceases to burn

When a piece of meat becomes a rotten pleat
When a piece of meat becomes a rotten pleat
When a piece of meat becomes a rotten pleat
When a piece of meat becomes a rotten pleat