Thou are the deceit of existence..
Thou shalt be perished now!

The axe approaches the neck
Cutting and welling blood
You make your last whimper
from your lungs
Before you fulfill the ground
with your essence and life
I take your fresh corpse
Hang it on the trees
I allowed peace for you in this
Millenium of Pain
The rest I allowed to you
With Burlesque of Death

No sorrow I feel for thee
No need to mourn
Thou have made too much sins
So I cleared the filth of this world

Thou say I am bestial
I am the god you pray
Thou say I am lunatic
Thou are the filth, creatures of mine

Thy blood spills on the podium
Beautifully waving and permeating
In my mind, my justice says: ”Odium!”
To these hollow creatures repeating
Thou shalt be silenced in my mind
My fury increases by every sight
I will make your end come true
And no more you must be here
As a worm

No sorrow I feel for thee
No need to mourn
Thou have made too much sins
So I cleared the filth of this world

Thou say I am bestial
I am the god you pray
Thou say I am lunatic
Thy are the filth, creatures of mine