Luyện nghe bài hát I

I
I - this fractal illusion burning away all structure toward the
I - to cleanse, to purge, to breach eternity and smother all
Blind - mortal men of clay, divine and dying in their harnessed form
I - this furnace of hate. Bestial, pure

The pendulum swings to the centre of all
I drug these minds into ruin and - the acid smoke of burning souls

is an anomaly. Disabled. What is true?
Not for incarceration. I crave my nothingness

This that they whisper of, is that what makes me fail?
I see through the eyes of the
Not clear what it is to be this I dread, the immense, the rabid I am
The cogs turn, grinding away at ceaselessness - it to dust

Re-desintegration. Convulse. A dead universe - Impales this
Fear aligns. Sadistic me. Meant to devour.
Sickened by the fact that is not mine to have

A snail a straight razor - dividing itself through motion
I charge feeble product of god
Laughing, drenched in the bile of
Chewing on the flesh of the crown of creation

Solitude in has been rivalled
Shrouds stained with tarblack
the rotting eyes of the masses
The strain of evolves

Shifting through from chaos, to chaos, to chaos
I devour this manure of existence - infertile, barren,
Rancid redeemer. Virulent deterioration of

Sacrilege in persona. In truth, twisted
A to this savage carnage. A frenzy of animosity
The to mutilate. Dominant deviation
The worship of the sick and will spread

Conception derived from
The features of truth
Silence in the core of
Untie its and set it loose

The of my existence is clear
of slaughtered worlds
I alone will the dying sky
A servant of

Progress finally, of doom complete
Here only to the flow of life
I