Paroles de Expecting Putrefaction

Every day, every step closer to death I strive to annihilate any trace of humanity in me To find the end of my existence Without the morbid delusion of a meaning in life Trying to find a meaning in this existence You've obscured your inner spiritual light Devoting yourselves to the flesh worship Refusing the finiteness and the decrepitude of the body Just caring about what's superficial and perishable You've moved away from the brilliant mystical path Sinking into the depths of ephemeral pleasures Instead of developing the absolute divine knowledge But what will remain of this sanctuary of vice Of this vile body on the blessed day of our death? I can tell you. A stinking putrefying carcass A lifeless body as insignificant as wastes I hate this sick and suffering body that withers day after day Creature in decline that has been disposed by God Prison for the spirit tamed by the weakest animal impulses Insult to the greatness and limitlessness of the Universal One Every human's death is enjoyable The seeing of this putrefied carrion comforts me In the idea of the absolute nonsense of existence And the need of releasing my spirit from this mortal shell