Bleed... for me
Bleed... for me
Vulgar existence in a world devoid of meaning
Governed by totalitarian manipulations
No blood and soil, nor gold or god I serve
Nothing held sacred has survived the deconstruction
I want to live and there is nothing to quench my first
So I immurse myself in relentless nihilism
Nothing left but the ecstasy of the fight and flesh
Lose oneself in vitalistic decadence
I am a curse born to lay your world to waste
Like a rabid dog bound to ravish and slay
I am a warrior of death on a transcendent trip
A violator risen to tear your world to shreds
Abode of chaos anarch from tha abyss
Left hand adept tp rip the veils of death
I am a curse born to lay your world to waste
Like a rabid dog bound to ravish and slay
Bleed... for me
Bleed... for me
As all of value... has turned... to dust
Nihilistic aspirations just remain
Where there is really... nothing... of worth left
Illuminate yourself on the path of flesh
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