Immortality is granted Morbidities exist within strange airs of nothingness Oblivion unshackles the spirit granting absolution from the nightmare we dream Release the ethereal essence within Crack the mortal vessel Pouring out its limitless abstraction That it may voyage back into the darkness Give rest to this irrelevance A meaningless existence A disharmonious void swirling within a mirthless ocean of bleak infinity Let the beyond mock this terrestrial grain of dust floating in the unfathomed abyss of star-strewn space All this to say Love the dead And hate the living Hate the living And its tales of irrelevance For life is a hideous thing And from it spawns dark morbidities Hate the living Return back to the unknown A dark realm of nil Where death shall be fulfilled Hate the living And exist demoniacally Absolve the spirit back into the darkness We drift on a chartless, resistless sea until we reach the placid island of ignorance that we call death In the midst of futility, for this life was simply not meant to be All this to say Hate the living A slit to the throat reveals a seething cloud-background Hinting the vague beyond of the untrodden austral world of the departed Hate the living And its tales of irrelevance For life is a hideous thing And from it spawns dark morbidities Hate the living Return back to the unknown A dark realm of nil Where death shall be fulfilled