As I plunge my fist unto these fragile desolate plains* I decimate this under achieving existence And I become one with the world and from me more will be I stand defiant on the day that my life comes to pass That the distant abyss holds me evidently closer in its cage Upon this alter I am sold to this deity Yet in death the blackness engulfs me and then I lose myself within the pages of malcontent and massacres A god so loved his flock he sent them rampaging Burn those whose voices cast clear rebellion against the lord Strangling their lifeless bodies with flame until the souls of man is pure When forth comes this existence Upon the alter I am sold to this deity Await for the arrival of their false deceitful prophet A vigorous hunt for converts who weaken without the sword The enslavement of mankind goes uncontested I witness a festering disgrace I see a malevolent tyrant Fuelled by jealousy and hatred towards those Who oppose and withstand beyond belief I watch this world to fall to its knees Yet they say that we are the disease Beginning with a breath of fresh air and a mind unpolluted I see freely I breathe freely I denounce myself from the prophet And from this my life comes to end