Je suis celui que tu ecoutais dans l'ombre de minuit
Lui dont la pensee chuchotait a ton ame
Lui dont tu devinais vaguement la tristesse
Lui dont tu voyais l'image en songe
Celui dont le regard tue l'espoir
Celui que personne n'aime
Le fleau de mes esclaves terrestres
Le Roy de la connaissance et de la Liberte
L'ennemi des Cieux
Le Mal de la Nature
Evil I am not
Just ordinary hate
You'll never understand
Let me leave this room
You will lose this wager, my lord
Whoreson, you are not me
I'm just like the others
A pit of bloted ground for to be made
For such a guest is meet
What kind of thing is more common?
What think you on't?
I'm as the indifferent children of the earth
As my heritage, a thousand humans died within my hand
A thousand lives, God offered me
The sublime hatred which fills my heart
I'm God's anger and nothing more
Dominus Vobiscum
Et cum spiritu tuo
But age with his stealing steps
Hath clawed me in his clutch
And hath shipped me until the land
As if I had never been such
Thou pray'st not well
For the love of God, forbear me!
You'll never understand
The devouring fire which burns in me
Let me leave this room
You will lose this wager my lord
Whoreson, you are not me
I'm just like all the others
The bastards you can't touch
(Dominus Vobiscum)
(Et cum spiritu tuo)
(Per omnia saecula saeculorum)
I'm as the indifferent children of the earth
A thousand humans died within my hand
A thousand lives, God offered me
As my heritage
Divine gift is
The sublime hatred which fills my heart
Ludica me, Deus
Et discerne causam meam de gente non sancta
Ab homine iniquo et doloroso erue me
But age with his stealing steps
Hath clawed me in his clutch
And hath shipped me until the land
As if I had never been such
Thou pray'st not well
For the love of God, forbear me!
You'll never understand
The devouring fire which makes me live
Je ne suis plus que tenebres et vengeance
Je veux vous voir decrepir, pourrir comme les insectes repugnants
Que vous etes tous les uns comme les autres
Dans un abime de merde grouillante
Vous n'etes que des immondices, des larves rampantes
But age with his stealing steps
Hath clawed me in his clutch
And hath shipped me until the land
As if I had never been such
Thou pray'st not well
For the love of God, forbear me!
You'll never understand
The devouring fire which makes me fucking live