كلمات Sense Scarity

Die scum! Your hateful gaze Nothing means for me I tread your dignity into grimy dirt The pain you feel is orgasm for me - a deepest feeling Suffering resents creative When it comes Time slows down its run Our looks cannot meet each other Because how can you see Your own daemon of demise Before you understand what happens I soak in your last breath Scream, you nazarene bastard Let the world hear your groan Let it feel your pain and fear Your eyes fade like candles Your body numbs, your fear disappears The bloody human life is transitory Too few pleasure to take My daemon nature, greedy again Time to find a new subsistence