Vārdi: Misanthrope. Hypochondrium Forces.

To the desillusion of life
You loved us but we betrayed
Your reliance in coming by
Through you as a misanthrope of trumpery

Unwittingly how to leave
Still to human to overthrow
All those pleasant years of hatred
Hypocondriac rapture to our ego's firmament

To confess you in evil
Words have an imprecise shape
Images should alas stay sharp
Obsessed by our own world
We have lost our existance

The song of songs
Hyms of canticles
The office's epilogue
The birth of our neo-testament

To the desenchantment of the world
Join the hypochondrium forces

Stronger than ever and still unvanquished
Raise the misanthropist hate's torches

Hypochondrium forces

The song of songs
Hyms of canticles
The office's epilogue
The birth of our neo-testament

To the desenchantment of the world
Join the hypochondrium forces
Stronger than ever and still unvanquished
Raise the misanthropist hate's torches

To the desenchantment of the world
Join the hypochondrium forces
Stronger than ever and still unvanquished
Raise the misanthropist hate's torches