There's a sign carved deep In the palm of your hand There's a birthmade craving Of the left side of your heart Your life was forever structured Composed and eternally given The dying you produce never stops In the sound of universal destruction There's an inherent nihilism in your spirit Into your glory of emptiness I send my lifeforce. My Death Be death with me My Death Odium humani generis Odium humani generis Odium humani generis Odium humani generis