death comes from the unknown darkened by its own existence the end no longer exists when the spirit leaves the body phenomenon that mankind would rather forget shadows and cries are found together trapped inside the world hateful was your life in the past to torment someone is your present destiny i feel pleasure seeing your agony it bursts my insane subconscious from life i took nothing but insults from death i got irrational pleasure is it possible to feel satisfied after death yeah life has marked you with despair and takedown death welcomes you as a seed lost in oblivion as a bastard son the world has rejected life betrays you on each step on each body that faces you on each soul that meets you on each tomb that is closed