Gems Of Sheol Lyrics

The day, when the light rot, had come.

The jewel of the world is he, who is able not to feel his
conscience
For the world is his completion
And serves him.

The man is the gem of lots of shades and masks, changed
again and again,
According to situation.

God is unaware of his nature
The cross sprinkled by the blood of the brute of other
specie than I am... The soul comes at every beck on call, because she is not
inside me any more.

The Death is the true end

Panic possessed us, because
There is no enemy we could fight.
We are likely to slaughter each other...

There is no power above us, no power of one god.
His hated flesh under human foot,
Stoned to death, as an example.
For "dead is he who died".

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