Not one to turn the other cheek nor one to turn a blind eye not one to walk among the Earth's slime flame of passion burning close to heart crucify all doubt to rise above the divine give thanks not unto God for he is unworthy of Thy praise Wars to be lead and fights to be won derelict monarch to be overthrown not one to sacrifice himself, nor one to make a covenant a pact with the Devil signed with Thy own blood Disavowal the long-standing epitaph to reason fearing not to stare beyond the seventh sea restless mind unbound, crumbling the divine holding dear that which God failed to foresee... Lift the curse of blood imprinted stigma shed Thy light upon the darkest side of man awaken the bereft of self with Thy splendor put an end to mortal prophet's reign Guided by Darkness You may close your eyes yet see what others cannot see scream of vengeance paint the skies with blood let angels tremble with fear, let them feel your wrath hold high the torch of Prometheus' dream and keep that flame alive Pragnę z pamięci świata tak doszczętnie wymrzeć, by z nazwy nie zostało śladu – by mnie nie poznał nikt po dawnym piętnie, gdy ląd pozdrowię z floty mej pokładu. Przeistoczenia szukać w morzu, w ogniu, w chmurach, w ziemi, przeistoczony wrócić w głusz mego domu cmentarną, z twarzy osłupionych czar ustami zdjąć budzącemi. Bleed the eyes of the unworthy, drive Thy wrath through their hearts feed their remnants to the wolves and put an end to holy rites