كلمات Misanthropic Suicide

I could not take it anymore all this waste in front of my eyes disgusted by human civilization I take a departure in hatred I walk solitary through the snow comprised from self-destructing mania to heal me of the sickness of humanity My hands were bloody because I tortured the enemies pushing me to death and so I wander... searching with a rope in my hand unbearable pain of living through the darkness of the forest The waiting for winter is over eternal longing for this cold night bewildered by the silence of nature and the morbid shimmer of the moon I searched for an ancient tree that, since hundreds of years carried with it all the living garbage this was my place to die My hands were bloody because I tortured the enemies pushing me to death and so I wander... searching with a rope in my hand unbearable pain of living through the darkness of the forest