In this gloomy days
Where cold darkness reigns
An incurable poor sick man,
Has got a last question.
He says: "I want to die! I can't not stand my disease!"
Pain made him weaker, day by day
Awake! Awake!
Do you like to see him suffer?
His process of putrefaction
His sickening life?
Would you suffer his pain?
Is suffering better then to die?
Art of killing
Art of killing
He can not speak
He can not cry
He can not love
Only suffering!
His life is just an illusion
He want to die Now take his life away!
No warmth in his eyes
Only tears of blood
The machines are working well
Preserving his life and pain
What has he done, that he has no rights to die?
What has he done?
What has he done?
Awake! Awake!
Do you like to see him suffer?
His process of putrefaction
His sickening life?
Would you suffer his pain?
Is suffering better then to die?
Art of killing
Art of killing
"You live in eternal darkness...
...you scream, nobody listen to your tortured voice...
...You're left alone within your sickness..."
Where cold darkness reigns
An incurable poor sick man,
Has got a last question.
He says: "I want to die! I can't not stand my disease!"
Pain made him weaker, day by day
Awake! Awake!
Do you like to see him suffer?
His process of putrefaction
His sickening life?
Would you suffer his pain?
Is suffering better then to die?
Art of killing
Art of killing
He can not speak
He can not cry
He can not love
Only suffering!
His life is just an illusion
He want to die Now take his life away!
No warmth in his eyes
Only tears of blood
The machines are working well
Preserving his life and pain
What has he done, that he has no rights to die?
What has he done?
What has he done?
Awake! Awake!
Do you like to see him suffer?
His process of putrefaction
His sickening life?
Would you suffer his pain?
Is suffering better then to die?
Art of killing
Art of killing
"You live in eternal darkness...
...you scream, nobody listen to your tortured voice...
...You're left alone within your sickness..."