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Transcendental spirit through glasses and fear

Away from my body, away from my end

I search for a back door to born in negation

I search for a time to curse my ancestors.

Die, my heart

The soul has born

Here in the past

Which is near

Soul, curse my ancestors!

Free my desire

Find me some rest!

God thou art lord and I shall die now

For your sanctity

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

God thou art lord and I shall die now

For your sanctity

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

My body is dead and putrefaction's growing

I've cursed, I shall be cursed forever

But I regain the right to live in my own world

And I'm hatred by all my followers.

Die, my heart

The soul has born

Here in the past

Which is near

Soul, curse my ancestors!

Tears in my eyes

Hate in my mind.

God thou art lord and I shall die now

For your sanctity

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

God thou art lord and I shall die now

For your sanctity

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

I see my soul rising from the nothingness.