Binance

Nihilistic Tranquility (Thy Disease)

Immortal and empty Wiseman, fallen Touch the wound of god Wash your hands in his water Take me where Endless void chokes with enormity Moves the deepest layers Of primitive fear I feel nothing I'm embracing, coming close And just put the sneering kiss I worship you and eat up your brain My everything is nothing I'm suffocated, dead My tranquillity comes