Make A Change... Kill Yourself

A journey through damnation. It grows within me, breathes within me. A dark plague which has risen in my mind. Nothingness, emptiness and total desolation. The pain grows day by day. My mind screams for silence "unleash the pain, set it free and let

Woke up to another day in this hellhole. My mind fucks up my soul. Sitting in this rubber cell of mine With nothing sharp whatsoever. But the mind is as good as any knife That cuts to the bone. I am a divine interception. Cut as deep as my everlastin

Join me brother of blood. Help me create a war. We are just puppets dancing, The way they want us to. And I have grown weary of it. I want to spill their blood. Nothing shall remain holy. Body parts and severed, Heads shall fill the landscape. Above

Why do I live in a world which is not real? Liquid swords of death. Depths of solitude. Nights of pure hatred. Hours of self mutilation Why do I let my mind caress me like this? Liquid swords of death. Depths of solitude. Nights of pure hatred. Hours

Is life just another test to prove me wrong? Is this never-ending struggle just another lie? Are these shitty feelings just another fairytale of happiness? Are these scars real or just another open wound? Are these people real or just ghosts in the w

Jeg går uden skygge. Alene igennem livets vej Forkastet af mennesker omkring mig Jeg hører ikke til her. Aldrig vil jeg finde sjæleferd Min livsanskuelse tillader det ikke i denne tid I denne struktur, i denne livsanskuelse, i dette samfund, i denne

Alene i din depression søger du desperat og hungrende Efter noget der ikke eksisterer i dette liv Følelserne og skuffelsen undertrykkes hver gang dette erkendes Eksistentialismens indre kamp Kampen om selvrealisering tabes Friheden findes på den ande

Fri fra denne verden og alle dens menneskelige folelser Der går ej een dag hvor jeg ikke hader mig selv Og blot onsker at ende mit liv i natten Blive et med natten og mørket Mørket, som vylder så meget af mit utålelige liv Blod, det eneste der styrer

Burnt is the landscape. I stand proud and behold this. Their churches have been burnt, Sick and perverted desecrations have been done. Their regime has ended. It is time for the northern heritage to return. It will create a dark and violent age Where