I commend myself to a death of no importance,

to the amputation of all seeking hands,

pulling, grasping, with the might of nations,

of sirens, in a never ending bloody bliss

To the death of mere savagery

and the birth of pearly, white terror.

Wild women with veins slashed and wombs spread,

singing songs of the death instinct

in voices yet unheard,

praising nothing but the promise of Death on earth,

laughing seas of grinning red, red eyes,

all washed ashore and devoured

by hard and unseeing spiders.

I commend myself to a death beyond all hope of redemption.

Beyond the desire for forgetfulness,

beyond the desire to feel all things at every moment,

But to never forget

to kill for the sake of killing,

and with a pure and most happy heart,

extoll and redeem Disease.

Lyrics by Diamanda Galás /Letra da autoria de Diamanda Galás