My Death - Mayhem

There’s a sign carved deep, in the palm, of your hand

There’s a birthmark craving, on the left side of your heart

Your life was forever structured, composed and eternally given

(The dying you produce never stops, in the sound of universal destruction)

(There's an inherent nihilism in your spirit)

Into your glory of emptiness, I send my lifeforce, my death

Be death with me, be death with me, death with me, death with me

My death

Odium humani generis, odium humani generic

Odium humani generis, odium humani generis