Constant suffering is imminent The rope is set for each Doom to a lost divinity Foreign is the elite The eyes of misery Focus directly through me Introspection through the hermetism The sight of the oracle Has been harvested on me Thought control as discipline Their bodies remain brisk Through them in orden to kill Pursue it attentively Introspection through the hermetism The sight of the oracle Has been harvested on me The target is waiting to succumb Doom to a lost divinity Foreign is the elite The eyes of misery Focus directly through me