Wolfs - Life Is the Weak... Death Is the Glory...

Life is for the weak...Death is the glory...

To look inside of myself
I feel sick at what my condition imposes
The filth of my race
It makes me feel hatred of me

Enter into deep depression
Me isolation on bleak forests
Living me increasingly conformed
And that is what makes me uneasy

The more I live ...
More I feel I am clearly in society
The more I live ...
I feel more sick of me ... to be a human

They say a god damn boss in my life
That my death is scheduled in their plans
I feel the need to release
The human condition and the claws of their god

The time of my suicide
The release ...
And after spitting in the face of Jesus Christ
My glory will be eternal ...

Now I am not more humane
And I am not corrupting increasingly
Now live forever
In the dark forests