Over the remains of my ambition After the fulfilled destruction I raise the longing millennium
No detached judgement, crimes cannot be judged with detachment One is either victim or executioner There is hope after human ruins
The end as an aim, as I am My kingdom is built over your shrines Killing fields of architectural dust
Our crimes are an act of wisdom The right to dominate your destiny Free to recast life
Bringing total holocaust Consumed by fire Truth conceived in your worn-out flesh
The agony as a state of creation, utter self-sovereign
An absolutionist fear embraces us against all Because those longing for tragedy possess a plethora of life Everything ruined to perdition Now crime as the preeminent culmination
In the ecstasy of our highest deprivation Misery full of corrupted excess Vital drives become insane desires
Opposed creation of non-individualized targets In discord we are reborn to be free Towards vainglory Raptured by our own will in cruel compassion
In conflict with everything, a dilemma for oneself The individual will develop and strengthen in adverse conditions Being the cause of his suffering and the ones he will modify on behalf of himself