The dinginess of your bodies
Delivers to the slow cadaverisation of the world

Things that you fear mean pleasure to me

Stagnation of your inferior existence
Lies on the crown of creation

After the eradication
Of the savage instinct called motherly love
My triumph shall reign

Oh, you poor victims of your own cowardice
You are crawling below the crown...crown of creation

Deterioration of your being appeases me
Your creation is worthy to get perished
Every creation is worthy to get perished

Peace implies war in me
I will endure into the end
Harmony implies war in me
To submit is to die

Holy Contamination

Every creation dies alone