A march through the truth , when everything is black , when everything is pure ... Swallow the venom and crush blasphemies .
Sacrifice the soul , let the flesh be used as a tool . Pull up some limbs of your mind ; For the wound will be healed with time .
Behold the quintessence in the eyes of the children . Behold in their deserted look the altar of inverted life .
I'm cursed for I can’t imagine the greatness . I'm cursed for I can’t take part enough in the whole process . But the will is in me forever , and my eyes are washed and see .
Those sights are a gift and the proof of the truth . No other way than bend myself when shine the sword of perfection .
Reflect on the past time ... Distant visions of past life ... With a malicious smile to the mouth I laugh and just slay the works of goodness !
I will never deserve those sights . I will never bear thy light . But I have no doubt in faith . And my being is but a mirror lighting the world .