Knife After Death Lyrics

Did I request thee, maker

From my clay to mold me man?

Did I solicit thee from darkness

To… promote me?

I, the miserable and the abandoned

Am an abortion to be spurned at

And kicked and trampled on

Have I not suffered enough to prevent you

From adding more?

I was benevolent and good. Misery made me a fiend

I am your creature

I ought to be Adam

But rather the fallen (angel)

Innocent but forsaken

Knife after death

Breath after life

I was wretched, helpless, abhorred and alone.

I was benevolent and good

Misery made me a fiend

There was none among the myriads of men who exist

Who would pity or assist me

And should I feel kindness towards my enemies?

No: from that moment I declared

Everlasting war against the species

And, more than all, against him

Who had formed me, and sent me forth this

Insupportable misery and ran away in fear, fear of his discovery

I am the creature the monster is he

I am the creature the monster is he

I am the creature the monster is he

I am the creature the monster is me