The beauty of death reveal it's self
to the artist called murderer
Perfection in the last glance, the ultimate blow

To bring the art to life
one must take a life for the art
No Masterpiece has such
meaning as a lethal one
Frm the first brow of blood,
the creative mind feeds
An aestetic slaughter,
complusive morbid need

Pose un genoux à terre,
devant la beauté immobile
L'être qui jamais plus ne sera
émouvante nature morte.

Our art is his voice, his thought, his vision
Our art is genocide, eradication, victory
A murder for the art, a murder for our father
A murder for his name, a murder for his will
Our art is his voice, his thought, his vision
Our art is genocide, eradication, victory

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