Damnatorius - Rushing Dog of Glory

Man limitation,
Sometimes even perceiving something
Sometimes even discovering:
"We bear common traits"

However:
For world I am non-existent,
I am just a process,
Fools think that my will can be manipulated.

For those who enforce limitations:
FOR CHAOS!
I fuck your logos!
CHAOS!
I rape your body!
CHAOS!
I distort your will!
CHAOS!
Run in insaneness,

Which year is it? Sequent months?
You cannot find a place for anything?
The void of existence you try to fill with:
Self?

Fool, reject ego!
FOR CHAOS! Be everything and nothing.
Pseudo-rapture and
expression of dissatisfaction
from human stupidity!
All development leads
to mad rush.
I can see you there!
You walk, rush like icebreaker.
Can you see yourself?
Do you consider your mask as yourself?
FOR CHAOS! Here is truth!
Why you do not look upon yourself
from perspective of other beings?
Are under your mask covered
any elements of free will?
Your ego enforces slavery
for all your surroundings!

FOR CHAOS!
I fuck your logos!
CHAOS!
I rape your body!
CHAOS!
I distort your will!
CHAOS!
Sethen: CHAOS!

Who is the one that develops you?
Belikely you claim it is yourself?
LIE! SIN!
I can see you running,
You barely keep up with your own seclusion.
I can barely see your movement,
They flareup with bright
light of the stars' mask!

Yes, it is you.
SLAVE! DOG!
Seed of overgrown ego!
Yes! It's stready you!
YES! You identify yourself with the rush,

FOR CHAOS!
I fuck your logos!
CHAOS!
I rape your body!
CHAOS!
I distort your will!
CHAOS!