("No! this face is only a mask, a wicked ornament,. illuminated by an exquisite grimace,. Look and see, atrociously contorted,. The real head, and the sincere face.
They are among us. Their justice is imminent. The messenger of the time. The messenger of the U.W.. . Isolated by their hate. Sentenced to silence. They're just waiting for an order.
We're betrayal we're torment and fear. We're destruction, we're conflict and pain. We're anxiety, we're suffering and death. No distinction, we only fight for victory.
Soft words you can whisper to my charming asshole. soft treasons, blood gossips, abominable stories. I will spit on your head, you'll know your neurosis.
Hate - absolute and pure. Existence in this mass is impossible. To stand in their lines. Is to fight amongst enemies. I'm not human. For they are called humans.
Ha - absolut und rein. Existenz in dieser Masse ist unmglich. In ihren Reihen zu stehen. Heit unter Feinden zu kmpfen. Ich bin kein Mensch. Denn Menschen werden sie genannt.
Awakening although I thought I would never again. In a room with no begining or end. But for sure there is a centre. Nothing but vastness and an object of supreme magic.