Carpathian Forest - Through Self-Mutilation

The self-mutilation Necrosis of the soul Dark is the shadows of life Hot as Hell You take the matters into your own hands From now on it's downhill A single candle burns - In the vast consuming darkness Uplifting like a funeral Through these years you were created In the void between life and death A shimmering blade shreds through his flesh At the peak of his night - time bliss Misanthropes, kings and queens And a painful vision of Hell It burns The blisters on your hands So nebulous, dark as December You should be dead by now Lost in time and space But you push the limits further You hate the human race