I commend myself to a death of no importance To the amputation of all seeking hands Pulling, grasping, with the might of nations Of sirens, in a never ending bloody bliss To the death of mere savagery And the birth of pearly, white terror
Wild women with veins slashed and wombs spread Singing songs of the death instinct In voices yet unheard Praising nothing but the promise of death on earth Laughing seas of grinning red, red eyes All washed ashore and devoured By hard and unseeing spiders
I commend myself to a death beyond all hope of Redemption Beyond the desire for forgetfulness Beyond the desire to feel all things at every moment But to never forget To kill for the sake of killing And with a pure and most happy heart Extoll and redeem disease
