The principle of hatred Stores in motion the mechanism of self-destruction The world destroys itself, it even needs help in this It is so great and pure in its own destruction Mankind, nothing will heal your aching wounds Nothing will close your gaping scars Substitute your vein – it’s the injection of death Listen to my voice I gathered the dying screams of Human beings in it Close your eyes, follow the voice It will draw a picture of a pain in your sick mind Are you happy? Do you like what you see? No, don’t turn away your head, look, look up to the end You bought yourself a ticket to the theater fall You paid for this, watch the show until the end This is just a reflection of your essence Now just repeat this mantra of hate World - die! Society - die Mankind - die Moral - die World die Death is also a form of art
