Defaced - And with It Rose Satan

Am I - death is not
Is Death - I am not
Destructive
Our mistakes
Understand and overcome
Or taboo and displace
In the last hour you'll see
The choice is yours

Sprawled between the womb and the grave
Both moments preposterous and without meaning
Only these two points, as a clamp
To fill any sense and purpose
Thus the sense of being, mutates to time
But time itself gives me no sense

Everyone will get to know the abyss
And everyone has to overcome it
Pain is not perpetuated in the flesh
But provokes doubts and unfounded fears

Am I - death is not
Is Death - I am not
Understand and overcome
Or taboo and displace
In the last hour you'll see
The choice is yours

The world, as we feel and experience it
Is created by us and breathes through us
Fears, create anger. Anger creates hatred
All evil, rises through us
Malice scares and lets you create your own hell
Just because you give back what you reap

What you reap

The art of dying is
Equated with the art
Of living because
Time is short and
Death is a thief

The cycle of your life
In which you exist
Is an emptiness that
Dissolves in death
What you nave created
Dissolves in death
Ignorance towards the end
Darkens the future
Displacement of fate
Denies life
And with it rose Satan