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I have seen my death in your eyes
you are the most important suffering

The cleansing of humanity has begun
suicide is a way to the end

Everyone must have inspirations
For ending his shitty life

Spread your hate

Some dead children with burnt skins
Are playing under a dead snow, wearing gas-masks
A heavy and suffocating atmosphere
Mixing sulphur and dust with the smell of cadavers
They dance among the ruins, among human corpses
Hand in hand, they enjoy their despair

Hear my voice in your head, don't try to stop it
The poison streaming into your veins is me

The cold you can feel is my revenge
You're just a scum, a creeping filth, you inspire hate

Take this poisoned blade or are you
So cunt that you can't end your life?

My hands are caressing the stones
Their coldness piercing my skin and creeping to my heart
The obscurity mixing black and gray
My blinded eyes open theirs
Everything there is full of sorrow
Everything there is crying
Forever lost

Welcome to a world of pain where no feelings burn
All my youth are lying on the prison of their minds
A dark corner full of dust, lightless and closed
Their laments and cries for only friends

Hiding on solitude, forgotten by all
The pleasure of pain and heat of their blood
Trapped and forsaken, suicidal thoughts

Tears are falling like sad autumn Leafs
Time is wasted you've destroyed everything around us
Sadness is embracing me with his cold Arms
Suicide is leading me, you are the Reason to my End
Depression rise again from the Bottom of my Soul
Desecration of my Heart, sentenced to Death
Sorrow is kissing me with her poisoned Lips
Sorrow embracing me and leading me to my Grave

And once again despair is kissing me
With her cold ghostly lips
My own destruction is leading me to my grave
That I digged for many times
And once again I'm becoming a spectral thought
Forgotten, sad, miserable shit
As I fall into the black spheres among lonely memories

J'ai plus de souvenirs que si j'avais mille ans
un gros meuble à tiroirs encombré de bilans

cache moins de secrets que mon triste cerveau
c'est une pyramide, un immense caveau
qui contient plus de morts que la fosse commune
je suis un cimetière abhorré de la lune,
où comme des remords se traînent de longs vers

Midnight's bell rings, the air is becoming rolder
Sounds of sadness reaching me
Each night I hear their whispers
I feel their sorrow, their lost souls
All around me they stay
Their laments trapped here, all sounds, all tear

I can hear them, crying to me

They offer us the blades
that tear with pleasure our flesh
And every strife carves
their influence on our minds
We live with this suffering,
a fall into depression
The self-mutilation pushes us
towards the meaning of our beings

I'm drowning into the waters of the oversight
shadows embracing me and the cold devouring me
cause all of you had illustrated the insignificance of being
A life without values, a useless thing
No one likes us or you above or under
when you'll break the chains and open your eyes, reject their words

We are nothing than empty wrecks