Thy Disease - Nihlistic Tranquilit


Immortal and empty 
Wiseman, fallen 
Touch the wound of god 
Wash your hands in his water 

Take me where 
Endless void chokes with enormity 
Moves the deepest layers 
Of primitive fear 
I feel nothing 

I'm embracing, coming close 
And just put the sneering kiss 
I worship you and eat up your brain 

My everything is nothing 
I'm suffocated, dead 

My tranquillity comes

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