Terra Limbo

Happy, happy execution, Misanthropy

At the outer limits, cold hate storage floor

AnNihil(N)ation, worthy a Painking that forged

a vivid plague to resound it's right-wing shell

So pure a hell, some rotting fuse extract

Rage leads, onwards, cry out dead names

From an onset lost, pleasures lead to pain

By all means sane, my art is to grow, -alone

Here, a desert glowing things

Here, a well deep and dark

Rotting fuse extract slime, the pain-remedy

until I die, this is a confused mile

Grey pillows, a planket soaked in clear water

hardly a nightmare, so real

Cold almost shallow, I'm full of vacant space

Out there the devils lurk

Here, a desert glowing things

Here, a well deep and dark

Here, the crippled wings flap

Pain drippings, pure gold

the thing is not to crawl,

defy the source of rot

Pain intelligence, the stench of this supreme

My eyes with a twisted smile, high

occupying this subterranean asylum,

below soulsick, I rent my core

for his horns

Hell is golden, yeah!