Regret and sin, grimed by me
There’s nothing left to be screamed
A thought corrupted by oldness throw up your soul
Dreams of blood embellished by disgrace laments as crown to guilt
Tears for mouthful blasphemies to scourge
This trembling flesh in front your hieratic majesty
«Satan sum et nihil humanum a me alienum puto»
My blood! My seed! My will!
Pine and crawl drove into dogmas no prayers won’t bring us bliss
My blood! My seed! My will!
Cursed be the speech of the human fears
In spite of your faith, you feed up your worst enemy
Words like worms, enclosure and slandering virtuous whipper
Another sleepless night, lambs got sacrificed
Laments as crown to sin
Words like worms pray on your knees to gain salvation