Текст песни Human Serpent - I Am A Misanthrope

All that was gone
For nothing for all
All that was done
A personal new form
May the forgiving be nothing
In a disease
May a sadism be a pleasure
In repeat

The underground has risen
There comes the storm
Poisoned art in the act of war
I am a misanthrope
Never retreat in hopes
Falls upon the cold
I believe in human’s fall
I am a misanthrope

May the forgiving be nothing
In a disease
May a sadism be a pleasure
In Repeat

Places
Times in the (spiritual) lack
I don’t belong in the mass