Look at this ancient temple!
It stinks of blood, abominated blood!
To trample on it is equal to praise it!
For I am here to swallow hate
And vomit back

A deformed fetus of an immortal race!
Fruit of the insemination by monstruosities
Reap what you sowed, is the fundament
Reap what you sowed and let the lamb transmute into wolf…

Do not dare to ask my reasons now!
Do not dare to block me! I’ll turn my back!
Look with attention to the shiny hand of piety!
It is quick and ready to cut, stab and cut this flesh!

Rotten blood, carrier of plague and disease!
Breath of the dead, bringer of stench and corrosion!
Soul of the fallen, limit of the heart!
Oh, how I loved you, earth!

Oh, I accepted your embrace with open arms
Fool was I, your riddles had a sigil and a key
Oh, how I loved you, earth!
You, one and many images and likenesses of yhwh

Mantis, who is the object of your pray?
If I am your image I am your mirror
If I am your likeness I am your slayer
In the days of our union, have you ever loved me?

Rotten blood, carrier of plague and disease!
Breath of the dead, bringer of stench and corrosion!
Soul of the fallen, limit of the heart!
Wolf claws, blackened, squeal in darkness, undead!

I would gladly sail in peace to the West,
Yet this child does not concede abortion…
The labor pains flow in my entrails
And, as you see, my white twin does not speak…

Hunger, blind hunger is what is left inside of me!
Sick and dying I lie like a mother…

Wishing for the rain, my empty eyes the sky stare
What once was will be shadowed by the newborn
My chest is burning, burning bright as the sun
And the burden of my own work, which makes me puke…

Do not dare to ask my reasons now!
Do not dare to block me! I’ll turn my back!
Look with attention to the shiny hand of piety!
It is quick and ready to cut, stab and cut this flesh!

For I have felt such a feeble, dying fire…
Growing inside like a painful cancer
A gloomy wolf-cry shall remind me that I shall not fall
Until the day when I will cut my own throat.