| A cosmic and eternal blaze bursts my cell | |
| Linked from skies to organic chasms | |
| I had mistaken creeds and reality | |
| Praised the myths of father, mother and the rebel | |
| That's rot! | |
| Humans go away via erosion | |
| Take it for Gospel | |
| Your orator is hence | |
| The new paragon | |
| The molten metal gnaws my torment | |
| Here I am victorious, | |
| Victorious in my insanity, | |
| Over the greatest deceit of all time | |
| In an ultimate effort from which my blazing spirit shoots up | |
| The blade of my cry tears the Machivaellian bind | |
| That made me too humanistic | |
| Here I am now wandering in my own death | |
| Tempting you to follow and cut forever | |
| The cord which binds your decaying soul | |
| To your erroneous creeds |