In this walking nightmare

This life, an abominable revelation

No flesh shall quench my impulses to kill

Mouldy muliebral textures I relentlessly crave

This final absolution I grant the human race

Revel in a purulent bliss, a goregasmic pit

Pathetic meaningless lives, zealots in a rotting cesspool

This is the end of all flesh

Cataclismic discharge of emotional decay

A waste of breath and time, with the saw I extirpate

A pathological nightmare or a deity's wrath

For man is disease and must be put down at last

The world a canvas for me to corrupt

Rid this stinking earth of all that rots

For all those I desecrate, for the corpuscles inanimate

Merely a detrimental mass grave

Global termination, for which man was born

Genocidal Salvation, aftermath forlorn

Global Termination, for which man was born

Genocidal Salvation, we are the end of the world

In this walking nightmare

This death, a prolonged rapture

No flesh shall quench my impulses to kill

The end of all life I relentlessly crave

This final absolution I grant the human race