| Overbearing secular creature | |
| My worshipped king | |
| King of wisdom and pain | |
| You are the one, the mighty one | |
| Ruling so wise | |
| You're the universal sin | |
| Guardian of justice | |
| Offering help | |
| Favorite victim of your self-made gods | |
| Four-continent-king | |
| Empty shroud | |
| Who runs to the indigents aid | |
| Oh my perfect hero | |
| Ah my mighty friend | |
| You're the prince of principle | |
| Wiping out disobedience with your might | |
| Autocratic might | |
| You don't stand for backtalk | |
| So you root it all out by your weapon's light | |
| The atomar light | |
| You are born into your violence | |
| And you live against superior truth | |
| You are born to live the ignorance | |
| And you're proud to kill your spiritual youth | |
| From the upper sea of the setting sun | |
| You submit all mankind to toe the line | |
| You commit your frightful arms | |
| Against the palaces and treasures of our mind | |
| That's why you should remember | |
| The duty that's required by your life | |
| Or is it true that you did surrender | |
| Your only possibility to survive | |
| In taper indented triangles | |
| Sterilized drops of blood | |
| Are wildly raving along and their shadows | |
| They are crossing my horizon | |
| Concrete becomes liquid, sweats along | |
| And pours along through my legs - Alright! | |
| Extensive feverish stuff | |
| Rough surface - murderous red! | |
| Even in the air | |
| Which is still guiding quiet, quiet and understandable | |
| I feel the slippery, whispering | |
| Rainy dead end street | |
| Hanging deep above the vaporing sea | |
| The final signal for low truth approaches | |
| Fear did die | |
| Vanity - insanity, warm, hot and true | |
| Who cut the enemy down? We are betrayed | |
| That's why you should remember | |
| The duty that's required by your life | |
| By our life | |
| Or is it true that you did surrender | |
| Our possibility to survive | |
| You play with all our life |