In This Painful Life (Baptism)

When time has left behind almost all that which one would need of life That was the beginning of the moments which could be called by the abyss, the comprehensive darkness where to only the most brilliant, the self-learned souls opened their gates The cold hands, leaking as the mind of the weak in this painful distress that someone would name a hell: all this spiritual work for the devil, the self-sacrifice. All this cold time, the prayers and the rites. (cho) This life is fucking painful the destructive hybrid of life the last voyage of the black soul the genocide of the heartless world There is no end to this blatant blasphemy against me this sharp shattering of my perfect ideal forever they follow, forever they breath those clockwork hell-hounds of profane making as the coldness demands my will I am laughing the multitude of flies forms a face of the other absent skin dresses the unworthy that watch and gnaw the searing halo of the mind will surely be my end